Lonely nights
Busy days
Drowning in work
To ignore what is missing
Cold winter nights
Spent cuddling alone
No one to call your own
The all too familiar feeling
Spending the days
Living in your own world
Afraid to face reality
Afraid to fall into desperation
Nights spent in bars
Absorbing the atmosphere around
Only to leave and return
To the emptiness overflowing home
Random chats and endless battles
Internal dialogue taking over
The mind playing tricks
To make these days more bearable
So, stare at the walls tonight
Keep waiting for your one to appear
Be open to the warmth
That comes along with loving embrace
©Writing the Rose
©writingtherose.com
29 December 2018
