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Retreat, dis-ease; I pray for sleep
A temporary absolution
At least in dreams I might find peace
In the unwinding confusion

Sinking down with the fleeting thought that I missed
My chance to own up, to reconcile
Sinking down with the notion that you exist
Like I never owed anything

Drifting fog clears. Alone, I fear
Ending without resolution
Looming idea, finite, severe
I have sown our dissolution
Each night I’m here shaking, unhinged
Still I can’t make restitution
Looming idea, finite, severe
I have made our desolation

You’re there in shadow
Indicting me. We both know
I can’t see you, or make amends