A glass of port to soothe the heartache.
Ever smiling to hide the sorrow of the empty chair at the diner.
A warm breeze that carries her scent that she left behind by mistake.
Touching the night with humility to remind myself I am human.
Nights are so bleak I dare not trust boredom to keep me company.
Ever alone in a world of possibilities I must move forward with a determination only the lonely can understand.