Sleep Talk
You've been talking in your sleep.
I wake each night and weep.
When I realise what you keep.
The hurt it runs so deep.
You speak her name and sigh.
It's time to say goodbye.
Your subconscious mind can't lie.
I wish that I could die.
It's clear you love her still.
And most likely always will.
I can never replace the thrill.
I now swallow that pill.
As I put my hand in glove.
Beg for courage from above.
You can at last be turtle doves.
When I am gone my love.
16/01/2017
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2017
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