Yet another sleepless night

spent wandering,

wondering about you,

and whether you were right.

Yet another listless day

spent thinking,

and realising that the sun doesn't shine

quite as bright

without you.

Yet another dragging hour

spent rethinking,

and regretting things that were never,

ever said in time.

Yet another troubled week,

spent reliving,

and remembering just how

soft and warm your skin was.

Yet another lonely minute

spent contemplating,

and figuring out too late

just how things could have been different.

Yet another angry second

spent dreaming,

and wishing that I had never met you,

so that you could never have broken my heart.

And yet, not enough time

spent believing,

and knowing that it was all worth it,

just to have seen you smile.