The Midnight Dance

There's no one here-
again.
The loneliness-covers over me.
This is why I cry at night,
in this fetal position 
that you left me in;
in this bed 
that we once shared.
The documentation scattered,
mounting at the foot of the bed;
scattered like my mind,
mounting like my disbelief.
This is my nightly ritual.
Every night is this Hell-
without you.

Reviews

[ICE]

There is this great sadness in the pieces that you write. But the thing about sadness and lonelyness is that once you've hit rock bottom the only place left to go is up. In this piece I feel the emotions that you've poured into this piece.

~ice