i had never been
truly wide awake
since the last time
i cried because of him
when we inevitably decided to separate.
i am losing blood
for lack of sleep
i am losing sense of time.
i am losing count
of the days
i spent
without him here.
i am flamboyantly over dressed
for this night's shallow hunt.
i am overwhelming
with sorrowful regrets.
drowning my hatred
with this
double espresso
entwined in my finger.
it would be closing soon.
and i would be left
with the bastard
still running
in my veins.