The night creeps up

and it stings because

it reminds me of the things

that we used to mutter and sigh,

laugh and cry

to each other.

The daylight shines out our pain,

Oh, but the night, 

the cruel, alluring night,

resurfacing fright

of what we had, then lost.

Too many times I lied there

holding my pillow tight,

pretending it was you.

Only animal instict fixes itself

around my brain at this time.

Logic and reason and hope sublime,

Are stolen with sinister stealth.

It breaks my heart, crumbles it,

and ruins my health.