ALONE

I sit alone on the couch
Thinking of you where you are,
Not with me.
The silence in the room is frightening;
I long to hear your voice.
I close my eyes and picture you,
And for a moment, I almost smile.
Though my heart is gladdened
By these thoughts of you,
My arms ache to hold you.
Their emptiness leaves me hollow.
I should sleep, but then why bother?
My dreams would be of you,
And even there I’ll feel the same.
My love for you consumes me,
And though I know you’re always with me,
I still find that I’m alone.

Oct. 15, 1991

© 2011, Steven R. Drennon. All rights reserved.

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