Come our last new dawn I will wake to the newness alone. There will be no more some days to promise you will love. This is not a tragedy though. No, it is no more tragic than that first SWAT on my backside to waken all my eyes proper. I had to first realize the not me as fully as me. The dreamer believing that you are amorous. The ending. I didn't write it. I must live it blind across roads I've come to before