A Few Lines
A sigh, a breath, trying to sleep,
I stare into the darkness of my room, of my mind.
Thoughts and images penetrate my consciousness,
Moments, images, memories of the night I just lived.
Our conversation a few hours old,
Courses through my mind. My skin burns.
As my heart races buried within my chest.
What is this sensation m this feeling?
Which consumes me.
Conjuring thoughts, conjuring memories,
Things I hold dear, things I despise.
I open my eyes unable to sleep,
Things will make sense in the morning.
My mind has become flooded,
A scent, a whisper, a touch.
Drowning in moments from the past, the present,
The possibilities that lie before me.
Our conversation resurfaces, you and I,
As I futilely try to sleep.
Enough, I cry out,
My eyes clenched shut.
The tender touch of your fingers touching my cheek,
Supersedes the eternal darkness, the immortal nightmare of my past,
A sigh in the darkness of my room,
I am back: My eyes close, peace at last.