True Love

I hear the thunder outside,

dark sky illuminated by candle light,

train goes through town,

I find sleep taking me away.

Can you hear me call out for you?

Call to you to come to me?

I long to linger with you.

Dreams fill me,

I wish you would fill me again,

dreams are all I have

now I’m here on my own.

I pretend to be strong,

holding out hope for love to be,

waiting for you to come into my life.

I wake to this room,

empty and alone,

rain clouds gone

and the pain of what I’ve never had

clings to me.

Can love be true?

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