It wasn’t true. It had to be

Some sort of dreamed up fantasy;

But then I wake up, suddenly,

And find you’re still here next to me

It’s strange recalling early days:

It is slow motion, like a haze,

There’s you beneath the sun’s last rays

Those days we set the world ablaze

But now it’s dark, and you’re asleep.

It’s strange, the memories we keep,

That come so strong, so bright, so clear,

And make me glad that you’re

Still here