Poem at 4am

Four in the morning,
I've quit trying to sleep.
Thoughts of you envelop me,
As silently, I weep.

My tears are so varied,
Some for sadness, some for pain.
They fall upon my pillow
And make a bitter stain.

You've carved yourself into my life,
Like a knife into a tree.
The mark a sharp blade makes,
Remains forever, permantly.