Kentucky Night
The rain gently falls.
Washing away today.
A symphony of crickets accompanied by the beratone of frogs and the base of the factory.
Sitting in the dark.
The amber glow of my cigarette buring a hole in the black.
The gold and white softness of a tiny tiger. Puring, trying to comfort me.
Remembrance.
Reality of the anger the sorrow toward someone not her but always with me.
A hole in my heart. The loneliness of love always blamed toward anyone but me.
It must be me..
After all, I'm broken.
I run away from those that want to love me, want to be my partner.
Covet those that may love me but will not be my partner.
I love you...
A longing for those words to mean more than I'll see you next time. Be safe.
To mean I can't be without you. I don't want to exist without you.
Where?
Where are you right now?