Never Fully at Rest

Heavy eyelids feel translucent

under the subtle sunlight leaking through the thin curtain

after another long night without any sleep;

my eyes never fully close now that you’re gone.

It’s time to roll out of bed

before I ever really settled into the mattress,

and my body starts tingling

as tired feet press against cold floor.

Your name has been echoing

in the space between my eardrums since I heard,

and sometimes that’s all I hear

until the birds start to shriek outside.

Days become distractions

from being stuck with the sensation of your name

that no longer sounds real;

my mind never fully sleeps now that you’re gone.