I wish you could hold me,
Just one last time...

Poems rolling in my head,
to many words...

The truth,
Ever eluding capture...

I sit,
Thoughts wherling...

The moonlight drifts though the window,
I sit on the window ledge...

There is a fire in my soul,
That ever blazes...

Alone I sat in a darkened room,
Never know to anyone...

Looking back,
The past controls...