Done, Undone.

As her arm slid out
From under her pillow,

And reached

A cold and rather

Biting bed sheet,
She froze,
And pulled back
Her arm, still reaching,
Unsure,
And fell back to sleep.

While she dreamt
Of sunshine,
And red Calla Lilies,
And hands intertwined,
Succinct and lithe,
A smile returned
To a face that'd forgotten
What it meant to be
Sunny,
And irrationally blithe.

But a dream is a dream,
How ever hard you try
It ends,
Whether twisted
Or sprayed in calm,
Eyes to the ground,
She walked in the rain
No surprise when she found
Fisted,
Her heart and her palms.