Clementine

It’s 2 AM, another sleepless night,

Feels like there are stones in my bed.

My mind is wild, dancing around,

Through every word that I’ve said.

I won’t call you, for heaven’s sake,

Your phone number is finally erased.

I’d prefer one more night wide awake

Than six more months in therapy’s embrace.

I wish I could resolve it all

With a large cup of steaming hot tea.

“Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind”,

Vanishing memories of you and me.