Longing

Longing

I was made for friday afternoons.
I’m now very aware of that.
However.
I’m NOT made for friday evenings.
I’ll now take off that happy-hat…
As on those somehow blackened nights
I start to feel kind of lonely.
Missing.
Longing for some warming arms.
But here I am, the one and only…
All by myself, drinking red wine
The weekend at its very start
Thinking.
Why am I here, all alone.
Playing my very last sad card…
I won’t be lonely for much longer
I know my love will finally come.
Longing.
For those arms around me.
Of all that love, please give me some…

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