The night is closing in as the rain is drumming on the drain outside.
Long streaks on the window run like tears down my cheeks
reminding me of you.
The oneness of being alone is swallowing me alive,
eating me from the inside out,
from my heart to the arms that once held a love.
I am struggling to make it through the puddles
and the moat that has wrapped itself around my heart;
afraid of getting wet again, afraid to get hurt.
The cold and damp have camped out in my soul,
without the warmth of the fire of love
to keep me warm.
You moved me to take a chance and make a change
scaring the hell out of me along the way.
I should have listened to the voice inside
and stayed away.
All poems are copy written and sole property of Vicki Kralapp.