Love was a dream
that I thought I had once.
One man
promising a future to me
when he had no idea
of consequences,
action,
reaction,
or how age
would change us.
He promised me forever
when all he could give
was a moment.
He spun a beautiful web
around me
to hold me
and finally win my trust.
Then he unwove it
and let me fall
saying, "Wake up,
you're dreaming again, Annie."
I wish that I could
go back to sleep.