My Night

3 am.
I still
can't
sleep.
I woke up
crying.
Why?
Why,
just when everything
seems perfect,
why does it
fall apart?
Ancient question,
still unanswered.

I still
remember
the look
on your
face.
Never
more
beautiful.
Never
more
tragic.
Everything,
nothing,
anything
doesn't
matter.
Why?
Ancient problem,
still unsolved.

I knew
it would
happen.
Eventually.
I should
hate you--
But I don't.
I love you
more than
ever.
My head
is swirling
with
thoughts
of you and me.
Happy.
Ancient love,
still strong.

-Olivia Asta