Silence

Yesterday night
I went to bed
drunk
naked save for my red oxfords
but to no avail.
Sleep seemed to escape me.
And I was tormented
by the memories that come unbidden
in the land between the Morfeus-embraced zone and those wide awake.

Awake
I stare at the green dot next to your name
and will you to message me
but really,
I've already lost all expectation.
You're already fading.
I think I already have completely.

And I said to myself
"When someone doesn't message you
it's either because of cowardice
or lack of interest.
Either way
it's
same shit,
cause you woulldn't know
any better.
No point in talking about it."