Epiphany

Today I got up, and saw your face in the window.

And I started remembering 

All the things that make me sad ,

And all the things that I don't have,

And all the things I didn't do.

And from here on,

Its just fleeing from one day to the next,

One night to the next.

Till its time to get up and face the music.

Which of the unattainable two should I yearn for?

To wake up from my illusion,

Or to somehow, somehow make it true.