Surreal Dreams of Her

So the day goes on one bye to another the one kills the con and there is no more bother. For my dear is gone lost with the father she breaks my bone and the heart stops; nothing I have anymore shows and at my new time lows it all shows. Big old bothers and weird dreams nightmares call on and it lingers through crisp cool air and I brush her hair with boney fingers. She looks at me like a stranger and it kills the show as the curtain comes to final call.