I wake up to nightmares every day, of loss, of losing you,
Of a universe that doesn’t have anything to do with you,
Of dark clouds pixelating my starlit sky;
Fear grips my heart, tears it apart, and I see memories of you and me fade away into nothingness, and fly,
I shudder, I stagger, I scream, I stumble,
I flounder, I falter, I fall, I fumble,
As I pick myself up from the shambles, brush away a few beads of sweat,
I realise, with a start, I’m not ready to let you go, yet.