Alright
Sipping on my coffee, trying to see through the heavy fog
Reaching for my love, but my arm is wrapped around a dog
I know there’s always something, with an underlying desire
To circumvent this situation, only embers remain from our
fire
I’d love to rekindle the flame, but babe I ain’t even got a
log
Chilly on the sofa, my feet feel so cold on the bare wood
floor
It could eighty-five in here, but we both know it won’t heat
me no more
I don’t need external flames to generate the heat my poor
heart needs
It’s the bowels of my soul, and honey you know your love is
all it feeds
On your touch, your warmth, I sit here praying you’ll walk
through that door
The days seem to be getting so much shorter, the along comes
the dreaded night
Dreams that used to excite me, days where everything just
looked so bright
Alone they’re just dark and empty, sadness and hopelessness
freely abound
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to hide, motionless laying
there not making a sound
Praying you’ll be the first thing I see when I open them,
and everything will be alright
Yeah, everything will be alright
Tim Windisch
12/19/2024
