This Longing Ache

This longing ache that I feel
Wrapping its loneliness around my soul
Like quicksand devouring another victim
Has me curled up in a fetal position
On the cold wooden floor
The world is asleep at this God forsaken hour
Until my eyes come to rest on you again my love
Sleep is for the dead and just born babies
The wind howls outside crying my pain
The world doesn’t stop to listen
She moves on with her life leaving me behind
She too has grown tired of my tales of unrequited love
But what is a heart to do
When the only thing it craves is love


Jean-Pierre, Dean
9-29-06…8:28pm
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