Analysis of Nightmare #2: A Face that I Forgot

Even after that final hour:
that great goodbye,
that last goodnight,
my psyche can no longer muster up a fight;
the wall breaks with memories long subdued.
Solice can no more be found
in the confines of my mind
for the pictures that wove the thread
p*ss the happiness of which I dread.
In the months ahead
I found sanctuary in sweet slumber;
slowly, the sandman helped me forget.
Yet in one wonted wandering
through the dreamscape's grace
I stumbled upon my lost beloved
and to my despair, forgot my lover's face.