Perhaps,
Next time around,
Perhaps,
Perhaps,

I feel lonely wishing something would break, snap or give.
I wish something would or could allow this to bend.
I miss your skin and the comfort of seeing your comfort.
I feel like I am dead weight.
A abyss of hopelessness of a memory of another time.
I miss your arms and a smile I close my eyes to see.

I close my eyes.

I stare off.

I say " I am just tired baby"

I think back to blue gray eyes...another life another time.