Lonely
Sometimes I love the lonely.
This solitary feeling.
The internal longing.
Waiting for her.
My heart's anticipation.
I feel the emptiness and quiet of our room.
I wonder, is she thinking of me?
Feeling lonely as well?
Am I far from her mind?
Wait this isn't so great,
the walls are closing in.
I feel my heart beginning to ache.
Ring! Ring!
"I miss you Sweetie" she makes me smile a happy lonely smile.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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