Loneliness, the price I pay for Solitude
An absent home for the freedom to roam.
Strange bedfellows these two,
One blood red, the other sky blue.
I’m still not sure
which I prefer -
The joyful pain of your company
or the blissful silence of the interlude.
This I do know however –
When I’m around,
I am yours forever.
You’ll know I’m back,
Back for you
When you hear me fumbling at the door.
I have just one thing, then, to ask of you -
Please don’t think me untrue.
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