Or boxes of chocolates right now;
There's no romantic dinners
Or strolls by the beach after dark.
It hurts too much to be hopeful
When it's unrealistic and unwise.
My heart will not take the rejection
Nor the knowing without having to ask.
I must sleep alone in this bed
As I have always done.
There can be no other option
And I cannot wish for more.
If I believed in God I would pray
But that seems a futile exercise
When the air cannot hear my pleas
Nor respond with anything by sighs.
I so desperately want to fill
The void in my soul right now,
But hopes and dreams melt away
Until I am cold and alone once more.
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