Darkness dissipates as dawn 
enters the room and me, 
I’ve been up for hours, waiting… 
For what? For you? Surely not.

Not anymore. Not after realities are left for dead, shattered 
in shards on the floor reflecting a dream come true broken overnight 
before it even got the chance to start. 

A person changed, a partner 
gone, for reasons unknown. 
Everything has a treasure in it, 
even the most sleepless of 
nights. But I’ll be honest, 
this one has been hard to find. 

Shifting through the broken mirror 
in an attempt to retrieve the parts of myself I gave away without stopping to ask if they were even wanted in the first place. 

Old patterns die hard and 
my sleepless brain can’t seem to 
let it go. Can’t seem to let you go. 
All I want is to let you go. You’re 
not even here to begin with. 

So how, how? How am I left holding the shards to my skin begging to bleed out?

The morning light threatens to burn 
my eyes and sleep continues to evade me. 
What am I waiting for? What am I waiting for? 
Surely it can’t be you.