Cold sheets clinging to lonely skin

binding dreams of love together

when loneliness along has been

a reality hiding behind my door-

If alone I am and may be forever

no stranger, alone I was before

and nothing changes anymore.


Hard pillow hiding my dreams

now stained with dried up tears,

but nothing is what it seems

when alone I sleep every night

with my pillow hiding my fears-

If alone I am,  alone I hold tight

hoping at the end I’ll be alright.


8 thoughts on “Retrospect

  1. graceh13 says:

    Sadly beautiful! Another soulful write Hector…

  2. ἇRVℎℰℰ says:

    I love it from top to bottom. Excellent

  3. Sleeping alone is horrible but your poem is hauntingly beautiful. Your words set that somber tone. heartfelt, as usual.

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