One half

I want to talk 
but there's no one there
what is love
with no one to share
a lonely room 
an empty bed
a stack of books 
I've already read
I stare out the window
to the street below
all is shadow
except the streetlamp's glow
I listen to music 
but it's lonely,  too
so I  sit and smoke 
and think of you
I could be happy 
because I'm free
but what of that
if there's just me
and there's the memories 
that bind me
and the morning light
will find me
sitting still 
asleep in the chair 
I wake and know that
you aren't there
and I watch as the sun 
brings it's morning light
but I know it will go
and leave the night

Soul, r&b, funk