Night time brings a silence,
a loneliness that drags hours
through the mind's corridors
Winding past words shared
during the day, earlier promises,
affectionate offerings found my eyes,
longing for merely a touch from
far away wishes, rubbing brass lamps,
picking four leaf clovers...
I was asked, " Is there anything you can't do?"
What I can't do hurts more than what I can
and what I can do doesn't matter
because of what I can't
So here I sit on Valentine's night alone,
dreaming of you, wondering where you are,
imagining us...hoping you are too,
in this silence and loneliness that
night time brings