More of the Same…

Every night it’s the same:
I lie awake unable to close my eyes, except to gather my tears and push them down the well-worn trails on my face.

Every night it’s the same:
I remember the things you said, the way you looked at me, the way you touched me, the way you loved me.

Every night it’s the same:
I hope I will awaken to your call, that I will hear your voice again, and you will tell me everything is going to be okay.

Every night it’s the same:
I pray for the strength to let you go gracefully, compassionately, reminding myself: I asked for this.

Every night it’s the same:
I miss you like an addict: trembling, longing for one more look, one more word, one more hit of you.

Every night it’s the same:
I die a little bit with every slumber. There are only so many beats in a heart, and you have them all, you are my heart.