What is the hardest part
                    Of being alone?
It's the quietness,
A stillness making
What ought have been a home-
a house.
It's filled with beds,
But those lover's nests
Are             Empty.
And the thought is
As occupying as a dream.
A dream you cannot feel
Because the loneliness is keeping you awake

With no one to hold down your fears
         And keep you safe.

As I look through the fields of yester years,
Gone were the days of innocent wishes.
Away are the gratitude’s of love, as one filled with fears.

I will draw the line, when patient fades.
Upon the horizon, I will stop my gaze.
Passions of despair, fills my already broken soul,
Eternity in chains, will I be held.

Along the shore, the clouds they form.
Rhapsody of thoughts, broken by the gentle rain.
Your tears of love, encapsulates my heart.
Again, I see, your promises for me.

It is not for me, to run the course.
But you who have started,
will finish the work.

You could bring me to my knees,
still can,
when you danced, flitter feet,
across my ****** mind
(Have you done this before?)
When we touched, my mind blushed
at what might happen
(still might?)
"This isn't a good idea." "No."
Still isn't.

Then, I hated the way you lingered,
still do,
when you hid behind every synapse
chasing way venturous new thoughts,
but different now.
The world calls my attention,
you sit, laughing, mocking,
still lingering.