Mental Exhaustion

I would rather sit in silence
after realizing where I am.

Alone in my car at 11:31 pm
in a dark parking lot.

Waiting to breathe
Hoping to lift a muscle.

Sometimes a mere voice
is too much noise.

- - -

I venture to bed at 5:22 pm
clenching that teddy bear.

I visualize that night
that circle of warm arms.

I cannot see through the fog
you are not there.

Squinting I see a box
containing an end.

I see remnants of your face
I taste my kiss upon your hand.

I fall again for the thought
I cannot enclose in my mind.

Fidgeting for fear of the truth
I resume my sleep torture.

- - -

Awake to a phone call
I am used to yearning.

Hit ignore
It is what I do best.

I dream of warm pasta
while sprawled out on the couch.

One glimmer within a second
I rise.

Create a dinner
and return to the couch with no surprise.