Early morning...

In the early morning hours, I lie awake unable to lose myself in blissful dreams. The air is filled with sounds of Led Zepplin and a snoring puppy. I begin to think of the past and find that I can no longer conjure up my good memories. Memories of laughter and stolen kisses seem very far away. I can only recall the last painful conversation and the last time that we were together. I no longer can see his face in my mind, I just hear his voice. The words spoken to me only to soothe me, now have no meaning, and I have no tears left to cry.