All around me now

Waiting for sleep,

Looming with an innocent

Breath turns to gasp.

As in the twilight

My dreams turn to slowly

Imagined confusion.

I like this a lot it seems,

For I go here often,

Replaying my day’s antics

Or certainly their failures.

For they are my doing.

Without any names to

Mention, only exist within

The memory of an old soul.

She wanted me to believe that.

This was years later when

We first discovered one another.

My memory wanes now

For I just remembered it

Wasn’t that, she called me.

For now I was her gentle soul.