forgive me, lover.

appealing to my shadow
say it isn’t so
a twist, a shake, reverberate
there’s no way back
& there’s no road home
there’s a clear path forward,
the easy way out –
stranded with only my good
intentions as company
at least they sing to me
sweetly,
and i’m wondering
if you still leave
the comfort of sleep
so readily
and should we? to suffer
instead of to dream –
should we?