I Do Not.. Fit

I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight.

                nor any night soon…

           any night within the next

                two weeks.        fourteen days

                                336 hours

                                    20160 minutes  1209600 seconds.

               

there is this.. count down.

my breath is not

                                breathing.

I cannot focus.

                at least, finally the

                                tears have stopped.

 

yet I am doubtful…

though i can not think straight.

               

                       nothing is     working.

I am taken back

                 a year,

before,

trying hard to think back and remember.

 

please, I don’t   want to                worry you.

 

you were so excited to leave,

so ill try not to let you

                linger here, thinking of me.

 

 

alone.

I’d be happy if not having to think of you every moment

i am here…

 

 

this is your place..

and with you gone, I am realizing how badly

i fit here.