Then I woke, I saw, and tears fell.
Allowed that moment of weakness, then pushed back all the feelings into the body. Patched it up haphazardly with innumerable plasters, locking the feelings in, so that nobody can see, not even me.
Let me be happy.. for him. Because he needs it.
When dawn comes, I will be a different person.. Again.
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.