Sometime in Spring 2022
At three in the night as everyone sleeps tight
I twist and turn, with rising concern
Why can’t I sleep? Where’s the peace I found?
Was time not supposed to heal my wound?
Was progress not supposed to provide me the happiness
Previously in you that was found
How is it that after working till a burnout
And laughing and talking, making friends too
Going on trips and planning long hikes
How is it that still I don’t feel fine?
Is this because I still miss you?
Or is it the memories I want to recreate, with anyone?
Or is it simply because I have stepped out of my comfort zone
While trying to sit straight, I broke the bone!
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