lonely
shake my lonely out on the porch
let the dust settle and sparkle in the morning sun
there's something about dust in the sunlight
it has a magic to it, almost as if
it wasn't mere dust at all
lonely
my lonely goes for long car rides
the roads wind and the radio hums
the high-beams dart through the trees
and it's almost as if you were sitting right next to me
lonely
my lonely writes you poems
it crosses out words and scrawls across the edges of my notebook
it scribbles your name in every corner.
lonely
my lonely wonders if you'll ever see this
wonders why when we're together we're apart, why i feel so
lonely