I spend each night alone
Watching television or reading
Until sleep overcomes me.
The emptiness I feel
Inside is nothing new,
For I’ve spent much time alone.
The days have all become
A dull, boring routine
Which simply repeats itself.
You came and offered me
The love I really need,
But I turned you away,
Claiming I was not ready
Yet to share your love.
I understand how you
Must have felt as you left,
For now that you are
No longer with me, I find
That I care more than I thought,
And I miss your warm embrace.
June 17, 1982
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