Tonight, I am alone.
I miss you, baby.
The wine is bland.
Candles are lit and
shadows dance on my walls,
but you are not here
to share the beauty with.
I brush my hair so
it falls in long dark waves
down my spine, but you
are not here to
run your fingers
through the
cascades.
Any other night,
you would have called,
asked if you could
come lie next to me,
have a drink, share
some laughs...
Tonight, we laugh
together, but you are
preoccupied, distracted,
immune to my charms.
Our desires come
and go like the
ocean's tides.
Tonight, I miss you,
need to feel your arms
wrapped around me,
but you are watching
late-night T.V. and
going to bed alone.
You will sleep tonight.
I will lie awake
crying out for
your love to a
heartless moon,
just another spirit
of a lonely night.
