A cliché A wonder A woman. Sweet and sultry, Intoxicating and charming, Love that is eternal. Ne’er as close As we wish to be, Wishing to become one. The banishment to exile, The perpetual purgatory, She is worth every second, Every ounce Of pain.

The Mirror The mirror in bathroom shows my sunken eyes from the lack of last nights rest. Though I slept, it was a dreamless sleep, restless and wakeful. As the dark circles stare back at my, I list off my tasks for the morning. Workout, feed the dogs, eat breakfast, walk to dogs, shower, get dressed, pack lunch, go to work. I hate the bathroom mirror in the morning.

Her saccharine kiss is a taste of bliss.

The clouds in the once blue sky drain into a dreary gray. The bird’s song drifts farther away. As the sun meets the horizon and darkness slowly consumes what is left of the light, the silence becomes a calm so strong that my breath slowly fades. Gravity no longer holds me to the soil; I’m no longer clinging to my flesh. Relief and despair marinating in the nothingness, as my consciousness dissipates into dust.