Midnight writing.

It's late. 
Others have long since retired
My mind is numb
My heart,
Sick missing you.

I knew.
Symptoms would come
Surely as the day
Turns turn bright
Yet, I was surprised.

Loneliness
Would find me here
Watching it happen
Seeking relief
Counting days.

~Dave~

18 March 2004
 

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