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
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