Alone
long, cold, sleepless nights
i spend ... thinking of you
of us... of what might have been
i lie awake and wonder
if it would have been different
if different words were said
or different actions taken
i wonder how i would feel if i hadn't said i love you
would i feel the same
or would it all be different
but the past is past
and we must look to the future
which, as it seems right now,
is as cold and empty as my sleepless nights
i'm sure it will get better
it has to, it must
for our sake i close my eyes
and let myself drift away
into a peaceful sleep
and when i wake up,
i hope things will look brighter
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