Did you ever wake up alone with a pain where your heart once was
bearing a place of eventual time when things as they should have been are no longer fine
when things other than yourself are calling you to lay all down and no longer hope to try
add to that a haphazard jumble of all things as they once were now turned out not to be
Did you ever wake up alone with a pain in a chest like a half-opened set of drawers
with the top one all asunder and prone to every fatal blunder known to fish and man
with no explanation to account for that tumble into now interminable drought
of expectations gone awry with you too befuddled in your self-destructive notions of remaining minutes nigh
Did you ever wake up alone with naked thoughts leaving no clothing left to cover
no possibility in the night of another restless body bight by your own waiting open arms to embrace
still a child with tears a plenty for the night perpetually lost and prone to every fright
aspirations birthed by loss caught in mental fly paper dross of how life could be much better with this moss
Did you ever wake up alone and wonder what miracles it would take to replace a world that you fake
making it up as you go changing rain to snow hoping ever hoping for Christmas in May
but disappointed as always about all the empty hallways with no doors in sight to end the plight
recollecting that old trip to Venice yet not a path to Rome your own Pontius Pilate awaiting you at home?
Did you ever wake up alone with no Gods to speak to . . . well you know the rest
the balm of sleep once more put to retire this mortal test . . .
as those same two old eyes go heavy . . .
and surrender to their rest