I don't sleep. My heart is too restless, it's been pounding out your name. So I lie awake next to lovers I don't love, pretending I don't taste our forgotten promises in their mouths. I act like their strange hands don't leave fists in my gut, and I'm not really choking on their unfamiliar tongues. No, my eyes don't burn when they close theirs, and in the morning yes, I slept fine. But I'm just pretending. My heart was racing all night, beneath sheets we never shared, trying to forget your name.