Don't loose the illusion,
for it's all that I've got.
Don't forget the sleepless
midday afternoon naps.
Don't hate the hatred
when that's all we had
for so long, and perhaps
still do. Never forgive
me for leaving. Or be the
bigger person when I
call to say that I'd move
back. Lastly, don't run
if you suddenly have an
available Monday afternoon
to picnic the way we did
in my illusions of you.
