Cruel Night
The night creeps up
and it stings because
it reminds me of the things
that we used to mutter and sigh,
laugh and cry
to each other.
The daylight shines out our pain,
Oh, but the night,
the cruel, alluring night,
resurfacing fright
of what we had, then lost.
Too many times I lied there
holding my pillow tight,
pretending it was you.
Only animal instict fixes itself
around my brain at this time.
Logic and reason and hope sublime,
Are stolen with sinister stealth.
It breaks my heart, crumbles it,
and ruins my health.
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