What is a lonely mind to do at night
But to drift across snow covered streets?
Evading the dull flicker of streetlights
Through bushes and behind trash bins
So to keep hidden from the moon
As he watches from the midnight sky
To be caught prompts the question
“Why are you still awake?”
And a lonely mind has no clear answer
Because she does not know why

When petals of a wilting rose are plucked
Do not be surprised when all that remains
Are thorns

As he snarled at my nakedness, I could only help but wonder if his intentions were of lust or love.

Sad and lonely I am
And I only have your memories
A withered flower, an old letter
And love pounding in my chest