Sleeping Lady

I awoke from a dream
with dried tears in my eyes
You found another muse
a woman wrong for you
but good to you.

It wasn't that in the dream
you were still mine.
Or that the times were happy.
Or that I knew the woman,
in her boundless beauty,
or that the kiss was a cheat.

It was the light in your eyes
The way you explained your excitement.
You admitted you enjoyed it.

And I knew I lost again
And the distance continued to grow wider between us
You, wrapped in the red-died lips of another.
Me, asleep.