Writing for Sleep

Lying awake tonight in my bed,

The place where memories pour freely through my head,

Old CD sings a song of days long past,

music bound with memory, ignites like a flame.

A length of happiness cut short... the silent scissors shone,

An old love faded by time... decaying in the sun, but still far from gone,

A ghost crosses my path... meets my shattered eyes,

A happy memory makes me sad... push me forward to pull me back,

waves come suddenly... soak into the cracks,

Of hopelessness and death... leave me in the morning.

Happiness and love,

These things that I fear,

See them coming for me,

See them disappear.

but oh, she was surreal, she is my loss of words.