Beds are empty
The warmth gone from them
I just miss the cuddles
He would hold me so tight
Tell me
Everything will be okay
The stars
Are fuller than ever
The moon
Never seems to be full
The howling wolves
Are more alone
And much more
Eerie than before.
They remind me
Of an old
Empty house.
Somewhat of how
I remind myself of one.
Loving the dark.
Loving the feel of
Being so alone.
