Sorrow

Alone, filled with the sound
of heartbeats. Eyes glaze over
with moisture, as a stare becomes
a longing. A wish of things that are,
and things that could be.

Twisted inside, waiting for the dawn
of night. Shouts that hang
over thoughts that are quiet.
Truly you say, and with it
I believe.

Close around me it seems,
for I see into the promise.
I am left with all that remains,
your spoken word
and my sorrow.