Return
Laying awake
as I always do.
The moon shining
a silver, frosty glow,
washing my room
with the lunar light.
Not a comfort
as it should be.
Instead, it makes me
miss you more, when
under the same glow
passion stirred and peaked.
And the loneliness stays
here in this room
waiting for your return.
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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