Wakeful-a poem
Smoke lingers on the lips, fingertips still
trembling
Thunder rattles her core
The patter of raindrops fail to splash away the
pain lathered over her every hope.
Croaks and scratches of critters outside the window
rumba to a tune she recognizes__
one overflowing with want and sorrow.
Her attempts to feel a heartbeat are in vain,
convincing her it no longer works.
Blinking digits of the clock taunt her wide open eyes that
refuse to relent to the sweet relief of slumber.
The train howls, mimicking her tormented soul.
If only she could forget them,
and let life continue
without.
As she tosses, each turn wields a memory
of a different lost love
happiness not forgotten
but long ago extinguished.
A sacrifice willingly made
for a better chance
with something warmer to wrap around her
that won't leave her with nights like this.