My mind whispered
"Shouldn't she?"
"Shouldn't he?"
"Why did she?"
"Why didn't she?"
"But I thought..."
"I hurt."
"She knew but she did it anyway"
"He said but he didn't"
So many whys
No reason no rhyme
Anger, rage, sadness, jealousy
Marched across my furrowed brow
Demons battling before my eyes
Always asking why
Tossing and turning
Twisted bedsheets
Strangled pillows
Tears streaking silver down the planes of my cheeks
Gentle floods
The Stars beckoned
While the dawn whispered
After a torrid night of ill-rest
Light as a feather
Dust mites streamed across
My mussed hair
My eyes refused to open
Even as my mind revved with hope
But why hope
With no answers
Or were the answers within me
All along
Was I the cause and the solution
Right from the start
Perhaps
That was the hope
I was my hope
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