It is morning.
You wake up and realize the person you thought was there wasn't.
"He's gone" - you remind yourself.
You tend to have too remind yourself ..
The days go slower and the nights dreadfully pass,
It feels as if you have slept for a single hour.
Again, you remind yourself you haven't left your bed.
It's 2pm.
You've now slept 12 hours straight,
You try to wrap your body in that cocoon because sleeping is the only peace you have to yourself- you don't have to think while you're asleep.
You aren't sad when you sleep.
One last time, hun
He's gone.
That last reminder helps you go to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback
