Pace the Floor
The sun shoulders the sky
sinking slowly to its knees
as darkness descends to snuff out
all traces of light.
And like the night, I am plunged into darkness
for she has gone
to find fortune and fame in the city.
Tonight, she'll sleep,
knowing naught the anguish I feel,
for she bears no love for me
outside of my dreams.
I've become a ghost,
an apparition she's not sure is real.
Reduced to a phantom fantasy;
My heart is crushed into dust.
But the tears I cry are in vain;
for she feels nothing for me
and barely acknowledges I exist.
And yet, I've counted the hours,
minutes and seconds since she left;
pacing the floor and praying that
She'll come back someday soon,
so that I might dream once more.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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