Dear Sweety by Fiona Toomey
The dark nights hang heavy on the ceiling of my bedroom, I know it by heart now. Drifting in and out of the sweet dreams of you, and the cold, sombre, emptiness of the bed we once shared. Then I shiver, and feel the wet meandering path from eye to pillow. My chest whimpers and my heart lies flat; still, motionless, entertaining nothing but emptiness   Outside the lights of the city bloom above me, like rocket flames, they make orange the sky. The dance of the sodium sun is graceful, electrifyingly beautiful, my heart will survive, it will see light again.