Saturday, March 21, 2009

sitting

Sitting here, thinking here
lying there, wishing there
alone in a bed

alone here, alone there
being all alone
it's queen size too

decisions made, follow through
someday here, maybe there
sometime, hopefully soon

I'm all alone in bed
I'm all alone in my head
I'm all alone

2 comments:

Ezra said...

Being a cuddle bug myself, I hate an empty bed so much. This poem is how I feel every night as I go to sleep.

Saddie said...

I've so been there in a lot of different ways. Not a comfortable place to be, but things get better - at least they did for me. It's hard to be patient for the changes to happen.