Times are hard.
I need you here.
I'll be here, you said.
But i dont see you anywhere.
Its getting harder for me to bear.
I miss you.
The reality is seeping into my skin.
You're gone. I dont see you returning.
I am suffering.

Hold me as i cry.
Encourage me as i try.
Dream on, Miss Reality said.
Because all that is left is goodbye.

Just come into my dreams, at least.
You can comfort me there.
That is enough.
Because times are hard
And I need you here.