It’s 3am but I can’t sleep.
I’ve begged and pleaded my eyes to close
To ignore my emotions
And forget the image of him in her arms.
But they won’t listen.
They demand an explanation
As they replay yesterday’s events
One excruciating detail at a time:
Her lips, his hands, their breath, my heartbreak.
As though pain is the very essence of their existence.
This pain should accompany tears,
The respite my chest desperately seeks.
But my eyes refuse to cry.
They cannot see beyond the past
And lie awake in hopes that I will sleep away this garish dream.