If only I slept once in a while,
But instead I lay awake.
I cringe every time I hear a noise,
And this old house creeks too much for me to stand.

I clinch my lips as I stare
At a blank ceiling, where broken shadows dance
I see you and I.

I play movies in my head,
Like the day he attacked me
With every detail perfect and distinct.

I remember my love, as he pulled me in close
Held me against his chest and kissed the crown of my head.
But then things ended, almost abruptly
But I love that boy too much.

I paint pictures of friends I've lost.
But they still leap and laugh vividly.
They are not gone either.

Some ******* shines his brights in my window.
This snaps me out of things periodically.
Well what do you know?

It is now tomorrow morning.