Midnight Regrets
He wakes with a start, in the cold, in the night,
In his dream he had held her, everything had felt right,
But now as he wakes the truth comes hard and fast,
The mistakes he has made, his old ghosts from the past,
Every smile, all the laughs, every sad salty tear,
They flood into his mind, and then all becomes clear,
He whispers her name in the still lonely air,
He hopes and he longs, but she'll never be there.
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Posted Jul 31, 2019, 6:24 AM UTC
Very straight forward, not all poetry needs to be so metaphoric and twisting simple rhyme very well.