Midnight

At midnight
Past pains will resurface
clinging to your neck
like drowning victim to lifeguard
Rejection will never feel as poignant
as in those early hours
You are stirred awake from restless sleep
as it dawns on you anew the implications of that email
of those flippant words
of this reality
You will not be able to breathe
but you will cry
like a child
and sleep
will find you
again