Thirty Four Years.

Thirty four years,
and you still can't sleep.
Consumed by fears,
and the secrets you keep.

Thirty four years,
and you're still alone,
regretting your verbs;
wishing she had known.

Thirty four years,
pretending you hadn't heard,
closing your ears,
but you can't ignore their words.

You've wiped you tears,
but you're still incomplete.
its been thirty four years,
and you still cannot sleep.