Hello, my friend.
Alone, I feel today.
Beside me, just my radio
playing of melancholy;
My book, speaking of dreams
I once held close aspiring to.
On my other side,
An empty chair,
Waiting for someone, maybe,
To share this longing with;
An empty glass, waiting to be filled
To once again, make me feel whole.

Dear friend,
Would you mind?
To sit beside me?
To fill my empty glass?
To tune in the radio?
To turn the pages of the book?
And so I, will be alone,
no more.