But every night I burn...

...every night I call your name,
every night I burn,
every night I fall again.

-sigh-

I can't remember the last dreamless sleep I had.

If it's not the usual nightmares, it's dreams of lost things.

Waking life offers no respite, the agony of illness tears at me.

It's odd how you can dream of someone as if it were that first day.

-sigh-

So far gone and so far away.