12:15
April 28, 2021
It is 12:15 am
I stare at the screen of my phone,
the light burning my eyes.
I stay awake,
Thinking of you-
Of what could have been,
Of what never would be.
It is 1:30 am
I am still awake.
Thoughts of you haunt me-
The smell of you,
Your smile,
Your laugh (infectious, spreading like a disease).
You may have been luminous,
But you were a deadly trap.
It is 2:45 am
Sleep evades me still.
Despite everything,
I wish you were here with me-
The both of you,
Burning warmth in the night,
Would have banished this cold.
It is 3:22 am
I have accepted it-
That I can never go home,
That you’ve left me behind.
At least until the next time I can’t sleep-
Stuck reminiscing about a long-buried past.
I wonder if you think of me as well.