time away from looking across the table
to any empty chair.'
knowing all to well,
that the days can be filled with nothing more the dread,
the empty rooms,
the empty bed,
the empty heart.
when is it going to be my time,
away from all of the things that add up to being alone,
but there are worse things then being alone,
but it is the only thing that really seems to matter.
that the world will continue to turn away from me.
that the beginning and the end is always the same to me.
I should be really having the time of my life,
but who is there to share it with.
knowing the truth of myself,
but still, who would be out there that would have me.
there is still hope for me,
but what will happen in the meantime.