As I lay in bed
I hear my heart banging against the walls of my ribs
The all-so familiar sound of my heartbeat
The rhythmic beat
That courses blood through my veins
Filled my cluttered brain.
Ah the sign of being alive
How wonderful it is to be on the spinning ball
Suspended in the middle of space
Yet,
What do I actually feel?
How ironic it is
When it's the same heartbeat that is keeping me awake.
Memories of you flood back to me
Intense sadness I felt
I wish to shed a single last tear
For the story had such a beautiful ending.
Each single tear
Would never be the last.
ILY.
I always will.
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