In anticipation of an old friend (who never came)


On this night,
I lost sleep,
Among other things,
More worthy than sweet Lullaby.
A promise is meant to to be kept,
Despite many discontented silences.
Old and forgotten emotions flood back.
All that i did not want to experience,
Reacquainted;
Just like in old times.
I wont insist that you stay.
It is with much reluctance
And doubts that I sent you off.
No.
I am not sad.
Just that ache,
That empty ache
Of loneliness,
Loneliness that one has to bear,
Ocassionally;
For no one can accompany me,
Forever.
Yes.
I understand that.
I accept that.
Still,
Loneliness accompanies
Me.
Swift and fleeting.