The hour hand slowly creeping past two on its way to morning– once again, finding herself in that sleepless state.
With oceans between them she is able to forget the loneliness she feels when he is next to her.
She left out of fear of what may happen if she stayed.
Snow spreading like frosting– icing the mountain’s edge.
She sleeps alone in a bed meant for two.
Drowning in ambivalence– red wine, my drug of choice.
What will happen when I love with all my heart, but my heart itself is incomplete?
She missed not knowing the irony of being filled with emptiness.
Innocence was lost on me…
