ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 92
Loneliness
At last
I've caught you.
You move in silence,
cleverly eluding me
throughout the day, deceiving me.
Yet in the night you
come to me, when I have no one,
nothing.
And you hold me tenderly
in your icy embrace, all the night
long, until my body is numb,
empty ...
I wake to find you gone.
But where are you now?
It's way past midnight,
I think you know.
Tonight
I've found, within myself,
a friend,
a mind, a soul.
And together, we wait up for you.
You will not steal into
tonight, unnoticed, to wrap me
in your black cloak of despair,
as you shamelessly take my pride,
my hopes, my small ration of
happiness, and drown them
with my tears.
You will not laugh at me.
I know you do.
No, tonight is my
tum to laugh. I
don't need you.
Christiane Carr
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