I lay here in this dark room restless.
No yonder sound than the tick-tock of the clock that mocks my singularity;
my loneliness.
Every rhythmic chyme reminds me of the seconds away from you.
Time spent longing for your warmth:
your presence.
Oh Day, Oh Night.
Why oh day is there not enough time,
and why oh night do you drag on like time itself has ceased?
Because of your lengths, I am separated from my love.
with her I feel complete,
I feel important.
Like every touch is meaningful.