Raving Lunatic

Copyright © February 24, 2002 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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Didn't you know,
I was your husband?
Did you think he was?

See me, look at me.
Can't you see?

Here I am, 
look at me,
come to me,
what will it take?

Will you let me slip away?
Don't you care?
Don't you know?
Can't you see.

Will you miss me?
Do you even care?

Hear that sound?
What could it be?

Sounds like something slipping,
slipping away.

It's me, there I was,
all yours,
to have and hold.

But time will take me from you,
time and loneliness.

Loneliness and that 
empty hollow sound I hear,

that is my heart longing for you
and what I fear will never be

So I dream, and you laugh at me 
and my dreaming of us,

and you say I am a dreamer
and I know that I am

and my heart, it bleeds,
the tears of a fool,

Fooled by itself into believing
there could ever be an us.

So I run 
and I hide 
and slap my own face,
to wake me
from my dream of we,
never to be, 
but in my heart.

So to wake from heaven 
and find my heart in hell.

Your foot prints live on
and forever they will be,
though the we of my dreams
fade and die
never to be.

So call me dreamer
as I wallow in these broken dreams,
of unfulfillment unfulfilled once more,

till my heart is no more,
but this empty shell,
by no sea seen.

I am sorry,
but
I can write no more 
for the tears grow too thick. 

So I wake.