Tuesday, June 4, 2013

A Fitful Night

I longed for sleep after
tiring my heart with
long conversations
of yesterday and
the things that could
have been or should
have been.

I was brought to the
edge of the grave
where I thought it
was buried and I
laid flowers on
the headstone.

I said a prayer for
the old pain, so
often the same pain,
that never will stop
being a pain.

The ache of it is so
resounding and full
that sleep, so needed
and wanted is forced
away in tossing and

The pillow my
tombstone for
my love addled brain.

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