When I'm Alone: A Poem
When I'm Alone: A Poem
The steam from my hot coffee warms my face,
At midnight as I listen to sad melodies,
When I'm alone.
My thoughts drive through empty highways and corridors,
Dragging me through the dusty past,
When I'm alone.
I think of you and your hollow house,
And dream of other places I'll never go,
When I'm alone.
I wait in silence, seeking truth,
Hoping for a brilliant sunrise and a new beginning,
When I'm alone.