…the tired, the dying, and the cruel

I murmur my evening prayer for the tired, the dying, and the cruel,
With my thoughts barrelling towards you.
And when I meet you in my dreams I wake up,
because your face isn’t what I remember,
and you are acting much too sweet,
and there’s no point searching for something
that I know is long, long lost.

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