27hrs

It's 5AM
I can't sleep
my body is glued onto the edges of a bed
with blank eyes
staring dead into the dark of night

my mind,
counting every hour that passes by

I'm not used to your absence
I can't turn around

to face a wall
that was a portrait of you

only 27 hrs. ago

Reviews

[John]

Damn. good read. Best of luck.

[Slug]

thanks man!

[Meliss@k]

So realistic, so painful, so truthful. Loved this!

[Slug]

thank you!