Lonely
In the dark
Of night
With no one
Else around
The beating
Of my heart
The only
Audible sound
Close my eyes
Picture you there
Across from me
You sit
In that worn
Leather chair
A smile
Play across
Your face
A knowing look
Sparks in your eyes
Hang my head
In sorrow
Ask myself why
Why I do this
A million times
A day
Imagining
You there
So many
Different ways
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