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