When I'M Alone

When I'm alone, my head is hot in the clouds like vapour; thoughts condensing like showers after hours of pause and stares; beneath chin, cupped hand holding dream drops, and in the other, a quill and an ink overhead, soaking with ideas, blank sheets, to lay a head on, 'tis soggy with emotions, beyond misty eyes, salted with bitter pasts my sober moments of use, diffuse into evening hour, in slumber I'll be, head on puffy pillows; like clouds in a blue sky, blue days, sour grapes, floating images reminders of wavy past, rippling to my now, laid on a bed with only one beating heart at my left and no lover's embrace to make it right