This Lonely, Dark Nowhere

Lonely couch, walker, dining room chair,
Large window panes that quietly glare:
What do they know? Are they aware
That I'm restless, lost inside a prayer?

Life stalls, but time doesn't seem to care.
Phone calls and messages should be rare;
I'd escape them, but they're everywhere.
So I sit in the dark and stare.

Oh, how I miss your voice--and I swear,
I remember the scent of your hair.
Ah, here's that sweater you used to wear
And the round table we used to share.

The sound of your voice is in the air;
Oh, sit beside me here, if you dare.
Or lead me to your distant somewhere.
Take me from this lonely, dark nowhere.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez