Familiarity in the sea of everything that would be, could be abruptly switched over to some routine you did not remember.
May it not be the same house, when I wake to keep me warm, to keep me sane? And when I wake, will there be a different odor to the sheets stained with familiar love affairs? And when I wake, may I not remember the hands that could change my mood from alone to deeply satisfied? And when I wake, should I not have memorized the shape of your fingertips, the walls of your cave, nor the smell of your linens, that shall be the day, when I will start to remember that I could not bare the lonely dismissal of your longing return.
When I wake, I need to remember. For everything you are I am. And I am far to deep, to forget you my dear Sun*.