He stood in cavern

with red boy behind him...

He stood and stared into

my eyes upon him...

He smiled gently

& whispered my poetry...

He knew my songs

& sang them for just me...

He had to go before I'd remember -

He had to leave me here in December -

He had to break me to set himself free -

But why sever ties

with heartbreak & lies

when dreams that we dream are not real,

though they will be.