Loneliness is pages splayed across the bed It is clutching the empty space beside me Writhing in agony, knowing very well You're not there
Loneliness is having my blood run cold, My feet solidly planted to the ground Every time I hear the unfamiliar ring Of my (prosaic) name
Loneliness is basking in the sweet but transient Moments of companionship, when your supple Lips brush mine (and sparks flit down my back) Knowing they will soon be relics
Loneliness is donning heavy, splotched clothes Sodden from last night's tears and broken memories It is having your mind plagued with yesterday *Loneliness decays your today