There are nights that feel especially cold.
My bed feels empty and thoughts fill my head.
When?
Will I ever meet him in this life, and if so,
Where?
Will it be while I’m out grocery shopping and we suddenly bump carts.
Who?
Will he be kind.
and how?
Will he love me as much as I love him?
With soaked eyes, I dwell on my loneliness.
The questions and scenarios continue until I am weary and tired of my own mind.
This is when I get the best sleep, abrupt and heavy.
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