Sleepless Nights

Guess.

I’ve spent sleepless nights
staring at the shapes on the ceiling,
twisting the specks and spots to look
somewhat like you. 
I haven’t heard the echo
of your voice in my ears
for the longest time, 
but I swear, I can hear you, 
whispering to me at night 
as I lose sleep over
the sound of silence
ringing through my bedroom. 
And I will toss and turn
with pictures of your face
plastered in my skull, 
and I will ask why this happened to me
and why you had to go so soon. 
So I’m left with sleepless nights
that are scattered with your
beauty
and the silence in your voice
as you tried to say ‘I’m sorry’,
but all that came out was the
last breath of a dying girl 
who had fought as long 
as she could manage.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

*wipes eye* Seriously, I wiped my eye. Your poems, tonight, are like this calm and emotional roller coaster that is not even speeding. I am allowed to breathe, examine where my feelings are most affected by your beautiful words, and I am not surprised that because of the subject matter and tone of your sweet writes, that my heart "hears" your Love. So beautiful.... This is the third poem of yours tonight.this morning that I have enjoyed, and not just once. I enjoy reading you as almost looking at it like, when a certain feeling washes about me, I wish to visit you and reconnect with a beautiful girl who knows exactly how to affect me in that instance!! I think that is the very reason most of us connect to ANY poem. It will, surely, be sad the day you do not wish to befriend me any longer or you choose to seek an interest away from the site that takes you away from here, and your poems away from us who you affect with a wonderful, and NOTHING but respect. : ) Your mind is a gorgeous place to keep dreams alive and being able to have the talent and heart to reach us and me, especially and selfishly, is amazing to me!! I can't tell you how excited I am to have you on my friend list when in moments like this I am made more aware!! These kinds of feelings are like being allowed to grieve in remembrance, reading some of the best stories our mind finds to be an adventure we wish to take again because when that kind of story ends.... we feel as though we lost a friend and need to revisit and cherish it, and falling in Love.... You are a Loved part of my friend list and my heart, easily, goes out to you with a great respect and adoration of your talent to tell such stories that used to only reside in your mind at one time. Beautiful, Lauren.... xoxo -Your Mark