Daunted Reverie

I grab the sheets and feel with fingertips
A chilled fabric, testament of
         life without you
This quiet sleep without dreams

While the night still holds bright stars
And I gaze out the window wondering
         if you ever will exist
Where I can hold you close and…

A chiding laugh and I close my eyes
There is a whole lot of sky between
         you and I
Which to a dreamer is not so daunting

But my wings are papier-mâché
Tearing in the collected rain of
         this brutal reality
In which I can only close my eyes