Macroscian.

I accidentally dreamed of you and woke up oh so sorry. A lovely dream it was once I ignored your instructions and let the birds live, but I shouldn't have dreamed of you in the first place, oh no I should not have. I awoke contrite and not altogether unbewildered, spent the day dwelling on days past. Fuck, these days pass increasingly frequently and for the life of me I cannot figure why. I remember a time when I had successfully evicted you from my head if not my heart, but now that the remembrances of our time together have faded, oh everything reminds me of you.

I awoke contrite and later saw a man before me, saw a man and pitied his inadequate inseam. And in my mind I was sorry and thought immediately of you though I know I should not have. But you are my burden it would seem, the albatross that hangs limply from my neck. You are my woe, my heartbreak, my regret and my one and only. You are the best thing that I ever did do, and by golly if I never think of you again I will be lucky, lucky, lucky.

But oh, Pavlov, alas, alack. So long as I seek forgiveness I will think of you, for you are my albatross, my woe, my heartbreak. I think of you every second of every day.