Sleeping With My Eyes Open

sleeping with my eyes open with a flashlight on the other side of the bed in a feeble attempt to keep that side warm it is my way of pretending that you are here and reassuring myself that miracles are still real at times, i will sleep standing up in the hopes that i will feel the gentle warmth of your simplicity touch though in vain, i continue to pray in the internal rain of my now obstructed view of you everyday i maintain my sanity by talking to myself and pretending your ear is near as i go forward in this merciless and unsympathetic life, i must teach myself to move on without the acidic effects of the teardrops that have become so commonplace since you left as your side of the bed becomes cold again, i close my eyes tightly to alter this agonizing reality when i open my eyes again, i realize once again that reality is a foe with an artificial heart mutiplied by multifarious platitudes of nothingness