Afraid of recurring nightmares,
Desperately at the dark ceiling she blankly stares.
Lost, nervous, appalled, dying,
Hours she spent dolefully crying.
In the morning, afraid to open her eyes,
She fears another day of grief and incessant cries.
Unaffected by their breakup’s storm,
He stepped onto a new platform.
Moving on he found someone else,
His each word, each action tells.
Was she so easy to forget?
Was she to him only a regret?