Art by jen

Alone

The candle light dipped dancing on the breeze ,the evening breeze redolence with salt and sand permeates everything I touched..

Pushing back the drapes it looks like the stars are painted on the glass

They drift in the never ending spiral.

I should eat.

But the hunger is unrecognized as my contemplations of it yeild little cohesion.

I want to ask but I know it will never be answered.

I lose control

damn I can’t help myself.

Why?

The evening rolls on like trucks on the highway , the endless droning ,rubber on asphalt, a ribbon to no where. I wish I was leaving this place.

Pouring out the last of my tea. It is simple really

but I guess I digress

Am I guilty of being alone?

I kindle the fire. there is a satisfaction in it’s warmth,,,

I long for the summer nights.

I miss the laughter

I miss eating together,

I miss driving in the car

,I miss the embrace,

…..

Art by jen

you know

I think I miss that the most.