The silence of midnight is
The silence of wanting.
It is dark and lonely.
A time soft with sadness
Until the memories sneak back in
and bring with them a scent, or a look
And it is almost enough, almost
But not quite.
I know I will long for that touch
That voice, that look,
Until once again he comes back and turns the silence of longing
A time when my sorrow will be erased by his touch,
His hand in mine and
His kiss will fill my sole like
A light in the darkness.
I know, as I have all along that
The darkness will return and
He will never be mine to keep.