Botox

I saw you last night again,
Caught in the turmoil of my dreams.
Saw your face as you stood in front of me-
So different but yet the same and you
Grabbed me and said my name but I
Knew you were not as you seemed.

And still I kissed you hard, and still
I weakened at your touch, and shook at
The words I put in your mouth and
Accepted you as my crutch.

Then I woke in tangled sheets, remembering
You as you are now; heard not your
voice but the ticking of the clock.
And I realised your face will never
Look at me with love again.

Absence is like botox.