In the middle of night a
Coughing loss of breath
Woke me, chasing
In another dream she
Who sped ahead.
Laden as I was
Unable to follow though
Once I was filled with
Froth. Through the
Years she skittered past
Leaving me racing - her
Mind beyond - mine
Letting her run as
She pleased being
With me through those
Years elapsing. This
Hunger, this waiting,
Filled my mind with
Suspense, bound she
Became to come to
Me as I lay back down.