ember acorn
It's been some time since
I last heard from you
Since I last heard that whisper
No longer does my heart beat for you
No longer does it tense at your words
Some nights I find my mind craving that whisper
An unwilling and forced participant
In this hellish cycle of familiarity
Some nights my mind envelopes my heart
Constricting it, as if it has a power of its own
These nights I find myself wishing
Praying that when nightfall comes
Things will end
Hoping for peace, for freedom