Heartsick
Clutching my phone in my hands,
Hoping you’ll call or text.
But it’s been a month or so,
Since you grabbed your things and left.
Memory lane is colder at night,
As I lay in bed thinking of you.
My inbox has been empty,
And also yearning to hear from you.
I’ve never heard the clock,
Tick so loud before.
The echo still resounds in my heart,
From when you slammed the door.
When I take an account of my life,
You are the thing I miss the most.
And lately my life feels paused,
I feel like I’ve been sleeping with a ghost.
If you return to this loneliness,
You’ll bring back the color to my life.
The day seems to go by quickly,
But I hurt the most at night.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
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