Wide awake
Bloodshot eyes reflected in glass
Polluting city lights illuminate
the crooked lines of ice cold lips
Mind racing
Toes tapping out pendulum swings
of a non-existent grandfather clock
Heart pounding
Still frame sitting at a kitchen table waiting
for a phone call that will never come
Fingertips bleeding
Raw skin left in the teeth that gnawed them bare
Raindrops on the Sunday times
From a porcelain cheek missing
gentle butterfly touches
Absence
And the wasted mess left in it’s presence