False Awakening Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I think I woke up when I heard your call,
All anxious; I've been waiting far too long,
Yet stubborn, willing not to ever start:
And why? I've started all those times before!
It's not—not even close—I care no more,
But, caring much, I must less care impart,
Though caring less, alas, my soul doth prong;
Then looking closer something di'n't belong:
We growing near were whilst we're oft apart,
And sudden feelings started down to pour,
And hopes perhaps surpassed a mere amour:
That's why my heart oh sadly had to thwart,
Albe't 'twas what I've wanted all along,
Since I was simply sleeping after all!