Pace the Floor
The sun shoulders the sky
sinking slowly to its knees
as darkness descends to snuff out
all traces of sunlight.
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.
And my heart gets ground into dust
by the weight of her absence.
But the tears I cry are in vain;
for she feels nothing for me,
barely acknowledging I exist.
And yet, I've counted the hours,
minutes and seconds since she left;
pacing the floor and praying that
someday, she'll come back,
so that I might dream once again.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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