He sometimes finds it unbearable to rise from slumber

Knowing well the thoughts concealed at night

Wipe the sandman from their eyes to cumber

A man who asks if love for him will ever reignite

Waiting for the answer the man crawls out of bed

Succumbs as the bombardment of her memory

Ricochets relentlessly around his drooping head.

And the man waits, only to hear a Songbird’s melody.