Lover

The night is drawn out

for the duration

it is dark and cold.

I lie and stare

at the ceiling

without you to hold.

I think of you

on the dark side of the moon

is it crimson or gold,

or is it cheese,

with holes

like we’ve been told?

I look upon the dark side

of the night and shiver

without you to hold.

The days seem long

and empty

the nights long and cold.

I look in the mirror,

I shiver at me reflection,

I feel old.

I wonder what you are doing,

I feel lonely

without you to hold.