A regular night,

Not too hot, cool and nice.

Yet I lie, awake in bed

Jumping thoughts in my head.

 

Will I be missed with a salty tear

Do I want them to cry oceans,

Forgetting time, date and sense?

 

Will I be missed with crocodile tears

Like it doesn’t matter that I am gone.

Do I want them to forget and move on?

 

Will I be missed, or not?

I debate on that a lot

Do I miss those who are apart?

But forever gone and apart differ – do they not?

 

I berate my mind,

For jumbling words and feelings

Musing on memories

Focusing on long forgotten things.

It costs me my sleep on many nights

All amounting to nothing, no respite.

Only Sleepless and Thinking.