get the hell out
of my dreams
can’t you see my husband
lying here
slightly snoring
you have your
own wife
who adores you
young and
sweet

get out of here
what’s wrong with you

are you
sorry now
about what you
did then

you are
looking for me
in this strange cold dark
trying to speak and
take my hand

(Note:  The original poem starts out with a stronger word than “hell” but I can’t quite bring myself to post it that way.  So you can read it whichever way you like it best.)