12/30/2016
Why do I sit
—alone—
in this empty chair?
Love surrounds me, yet
—alone—
I wallow in despair.
And here I sit, still
—alone—
naked and bare.
Waiting for you
—alone—
to arrive, to repair.
But your eyes
—alone—
the truth they share.
No one will love me,
No one will hold me,
—alone—
No one will care.