Pisaries Creator

As I lay down, I don't think of you.
Not great thoughts but stupid thoughts.
I know you think of me.
That is for certain.
I wish you didn't.
There is nothing left.
When the spark died, I knew.
It was time to believe the end.
Every last cell gone.
From the sorrow to the guilt.
I had plenty in between.
Then and now is forever.
As I wake up, I am free.
Glad you are gone.
Nothing left to face.
Dead air between the miles.
My sleepy head is just fine.