Cold Summer Nights
Sometimes I sit in my bed with my sheet draped around my shoulder. I can't sleep because there's a feeling, a feeling that makes me cry when I think about it. Its loneliness. I'm fine with saying it. It happens to the best of us. I've felt like this for years now. It's like a friend to me, a cold sad friend. I'm afraid to tell anyone about it because then might leave me like the others. So I sit her cradling my sorrows until I can close my eyes and forget about everything before the first rays of dawn crawl up my face and over my body.