Tonight I wake up, moon light streaming through my stinging eyes.
Thinking.
I used to wake up to you.
Three hours into my past, you lie asleep in your bed.
Do you cry yourself to sleep too?
I sob through hot tears, like something is stuck just under the lid and I can't get it out.
You stay in my eyes like a persistent grain of sand.
Scratching my cornea, blinding me.
I'll patch my eyes with white cloth and go numb to the fact that my tears have turned from water to blood.
When I close my eyes, I think I'm supposed to remember all the happy times spent together.
But suddenly and terrifyingly, those same happy moments,
make me double over, and wail.
How terrifying is happiness when it's gone.