Nights Without You

- Betwixt: Phase III - Poem VII -

In the midnight hour, I cry myself to sleep,

With the memory of only us to keep

A lone, forlorn soliloquy rattling in my head,

I sit with the feeling that sometimes I’d be better off dead

The space of my bed where you used to lay,

It’s bitterly cold now, but it’s there if you need it someday

I sift through shreds of tomorrows we’d once cross,

Those iridescent promises that were eventually lost

I’m still waiting for you to visit that one last time,

Where you promised it’d all make sense below the line

I just don’t understand how heartbreak can be so cruel,

The hardest parts are these nights without you

A good morning text with an extra “g”, I wait forever,

Like a blacksmith who’s the patient welder

I clutch my passing thoughts like a rosary, each “please” refused to be set free,

I can’t accept the fact that our love is now experiencing a vacancy

Where did you go when you stopped sharing your place with me, too?

Did you drive up to your parents or head somewhere I’ll never find you?

I’ll say I love you a thousand times,

To hear you breathe and your mannerisms cry

I’ll wait beyond eternity where the stars remember our glow,

I’d ransom dawn itself to watch your silhouette re-snow

But time will test how long my love can last,

While you confide our future to the silence of the past

My hope still clings when I wake up in a sweat at 5 a.m.,

It flickers through the catacombs, our shattered dreams condemn

Should fate relent, and I see you again at the gate,

You’ll find my heart untethered to anyone else, mended from the break

But until then, I wander through these tenebrous adieus,

A pilgrim of our memories, encapsulated by phantom hues

Let the world grow wordless, let my nights tilt black and blue,

I’ll brave the void believing that someday, I’ll have no more nights without you