The Next Distraction

I lie awake in muted swirls of misery
In waves of anguish about nothing in particular
I touch my arm and feel nothing.

Somewhere inside of me
Somewhere deep, hidden underneath layers of distractions
I can still hear the echo of feeling myself.

I miss her, the one I decided to leave behind
Bleeding on the floor
Better off dead I thought.

Better off alone I thought
Not bleeding anymore
I miss her, the one that walked away.

I crave an answer now —
High above me the thoughts are forming clouds
A storm is coming soon.