Misery
I know misery, she haunts me,
2am, 3am sleep eludes me.
a song I didn't need to hear plays
invoking unwanted memories.
everything sounds like her,
everything looks like her,
although nothing is her
because she is gone
gone yet eternally present,
between my ears,
living in my tear ducts,
crowding my brain with
memories and regret.
should I burn her letters?
tear up her pictures?
like that would banish her
from my brain,
from my heart,
nothing does that
she's always with me.
©SamHarty
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