Still- Time Goes On

Three hours of trying to sleep

I'm still staring at the ceiling

In the black of night I'm confined

Sentenced to agonize at every memory

Heavy breathing

Closed eyes

My composure's being compromised

By my reveries

Your tear streaked face

I'm convulsing in sobs

Trying to retrace:

Where we went wrong

What mistakes we made

Did I play my part too well

In our masquerade?

I could question everything

But what good does that do?

You played your part, as did I,

The curtains are drawn our show is through.

…So five hours in and I still question

still stare at the ceiling

still suffering in agony.

No matter the increments of time…

The clock still ticks.