What a day...

I had a great Turkey Day. It's my second favorite holiday, after 4th of July. But I woke up this morning and was not myself. This poem came to mind, fully formed. So if it's terrible, I blame my subconscious. Here it is, unedited.

I slept in your arms in my dreams last night.

But when I woke, you were gone.

And when I woke, my heart ached.

We laughed in my memories last night.

But when I woke, it was to a drab, grey morning.

And when I woke, it was with a tearing gaze.

We lingered in my fantasies last night.

But when I woke, only dreams and memories comfort me.

And when I woke, only dreams and memories are with me.

For the time is not come for we two to be one.

But like Dowson, I say, Lover! the night is thine!

and like Horace, I say, I am desolate and sick of an old passion.