4AM, and here I lie.

Awake.

Unmoving.

Unsleeping. but definitely not

Unthinking.

(I only wish)

I could turn off

The thoughts in my head that

Circle

Endlessly. like vultures.

Thinking

Of the end of the world as I knew it.

Well, not exactly;

But close enough.

Thinking of when

He left.

Leaving my

Heart

Soul

Pride. and

Joy

Shattered - like broken

Eggshells at my feet.

(I did learn one thing, though).

You can't mend a broken heart with

Scotch tape.

So here I am now,

Wondering/wishing/hoping that

Perhaps.

Five towns over.

In a brown house on a corner,

In a bedroom I knew too well;

Someone

Else is also lying awake

At 4AM.

Staring at his ceiling

With the same thoughts I have,

Pondering the mistake

(It's not too late to fix),

That separated us.



Not likely. I roll over to face the wall

And let my thoughts

Drift

Out to a

Twilight zone, a hazy

Never-never land where

Life is still good and

Dreams

Still come true.