Thoughts Poem by Cynthia Ramos

At night when I think I can sleep and put my mind to rest,
something happens...
My mind brings him back.
As if he were actually in my presence.

It's as if my mind is mocking me.
Mocking me to a point where it feels real.
The kisses,
the love he showers me with.
It all feels real.

It's strange because no matter how awful it is to wake up to nothing,
I still cherish it.
Just having him present,
even if its just my imagination,
is enough to fill the void in my heart.

The sad reality is that he's gone from my sight,
but I still see him.
Everywhere.

When my mind is finally thinking straight,
I realize that this just brings me more heart ache.

The cruel truth is that my mind chooses to remind me of him
and there's no escape.