My heart
is beating
at the speed of light,
at the dark haunts of night,
while I pretend
to be sleeping.

Sleep,
such a precious thing,
mostly because
I don't have to think.

No thoughts about
a locked heart,
opened and freed,
then shattered.

No brooding about
the pieces,
pieces lost and broken,
my heart.

If only I could
release my mind
free it
from those traitorous thoughts.

If only I could,
but I can't,
and all I can do
is wait--
for the scars to heal,
for the pain to fade,
for the hurt to grow less
over time.

But for now I just...
drift,
waiting and watching,
watching and waiting,
for a better day
to come.

Meanwhile, there is sleep...
and a new healed heart
someday.