failed to sleep last night,

the ticking of the

clock kept me awake.

up on my bed

listening to my breathing,

     - growing deeper,

as the smoke from my coffee

     – curling thicker.

armed with my pen,

face to face with a blank sheet

waiting, for the verses to fall…

just sittin’ up on the bed

waiting for your voice

to utter my name,

For the last time.

slowly,

the pen unfolds

the secrets of your lies,

the blank sheet turned gray

and crumpled,

because I filled it with these tears…

To put an end to this agony.