august 25 2003

lonely does no justice
to the feeling
that crashes over me
everynight
after i swith off
the lamp
and head to
an empty bed.
i miss her
more than i know
how to handle.
i wish
she was here
laughing at me.
i miss
her laugh.
our phone conversations
reflect the stress
we feel
to figure out
our future
as fast as
we can.
this bed
is too big
for me alone.
tomorrow
haunts
my dreams.