9:00 am
I wake up with you on my mind
I can’t escape your wrath
must you haunt my dreams?
is the waking world not enough?
by the 1st hour
I overlook your absence
I hurl my phone
I disregard clinging memories
by the 2nd hour
I distract myself
I preoccupy my thoughts
I scroll to escape you
by the 3rd hour
I stretch my body, mind, and soul
I ruminate on times we’ve shared
I weep for what was
by the 4th hour
I eat
I even laugh a little
but your memory lingers
and my tears return
by the 5th hour
my anger bubbles
anxiety paralyzes me
I don’t know who to blame
by the 6th hour
I pace my room
I journal my hurt
I yell at the silence between us
I wish you could hear me
by the 7th hour
I’m smothered by the memory of you
I’m suffocated by your scent
I’m overwhelmed by the hold you have over me
I’m engulfed by the weight of your absence
by the 8th hour
I let the tears fall
I listen to songs that echo your name
I cry again
by the 9th hour
I lay in bed
I stare at my wall
I’m lost in the void
by the 10th hour
I dry my tears
I sit up straight,
and face the storm of my pain
by the 11th hour
I accept that I miss you
I accept that you’re gone
I accept that the hurt is mine to bear
by the 12th hour
I try to release you
writing these words as my solace
in an attempt
to miss you a little less
to reclaim the 13th hour,
to finally make it mine again
Jazmyne Morgan is a Third year Political Science Major