2018-04-06 - 12:22 a.m.
Last night you appeared
right there in my dream
as real as I refused to see
you smirked at me, it seemed
“I haven’t got you yet,”
your soft, sooth-saying voice whispered.
“Perhaps I’ll get lucky this year.
No point in playing hard to get.”
Oh, never again.
You were such a pain.
I’ve seen what you are.
You’ll never get far.
Next time I sleep,
I’d rather see him
instead of you
all over again.
R.
