The Angels Were Generous

Dream Thoughts

One final embrace and you’re gone from me.
I still feel the impression of your arms
where they held me safe.
And the warmth is still on my cheek
where you kissed me before you left.
I fight the night and refuse to sleep.
That’s when you’ll truly be gone.
For when the sun wakes me on the morrow,
the only impression on my cheek
will be from the crease in my pillowcase.