Poem

Letting the music soothe my soul,

I dream but I don’t comprehend,

It’s all a blur and I wish I were gone.

But it’s over and I can’t concentrate.

I’m alone…so alone…

And that’s ok.

Just depressing…when I wish you were here.

You’re always gone.

When I need you you’re gone,

And I have no one…

Nothing to wrap my tiny fingers on.