On The Nights Where I Lay Alone Poem by Matthew Holloway

On the nights where I lay alone
which all fall to frequently
I ask if they will ever be different
will I again know the warmth
of someone close, beside me
share in those conversations
which often lead no where at all
will I again look into kind eyes
which stare back in devotion
will I hold a hand in my own
listen to a heart beating
breathe in the air and scent
while hours just fall away
and a care in never amongst them
even when I sleep such things
are never remembered or known
leading back to this poem
on nights where I lay alone