When the night comes, I see her in dream

slowly strolling down a path to a nearby river

as her friends all play happily by the stream

I feel the joy only her sweet smile can deliver.

Every evening was the same, as I took her hand

walking a trail bathed in soothing moonlight

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and while I was mindful this was a dreamland

each night those moments always felt so right.

I have not laid real eyes on her in many a year

depending only on frail memory to remember

and as I lay thy head down, I have a deep fear

this is the night memory fails, and I forget her.

I'll keep trying to remember for as long as I can

a brutal endeavour, considering its short lifespan.