i am so tired.
there is a hollow wind named lonely
surging through the cracks in my window.
rain splatters
through the fog of lonely's breath
condensates on the glass
my room is dark
the heater hums downstairs
the air is stale .
i am sitting naked.
clothes could not hide my facade.
i am so tired.
Lonely lays down on my bed and chills the sheets.
killing the last of the warmth that was left for me.
his scent is gone.
sucked away by the greed of time.
tucked behind my door i am hiding.
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