Heart keeps beating, just to spite me.
Eyes open upon daylight.
Again.
Wait for the pain.
Eyes close, breath comes-
in short, strained gasps.
Oh yes, I remember now.
Eyes open.
Straining to hear your footsteps
You aren't here- and I wonder why I survived another night.
With slow, careful movements,
I stand and face the day,
alone.
This is heartfelt but not in the usual essence, if you know what I mean. And, that is exactly what I like about this piece. Keep writing!!!
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