Retrospect

Retrospect

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.

H.O.