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

I’d love to rekindle the flame, but babe I ain’t even got a

Chilly on the sofa, my feet feel so cold on the bare wood

It could eighty-five in here, but we both know it won’t heat

I don’t need external flames to generate the heat my poor

It’s the bowels of my soul, and honey you know your love is

On your touch, your warmth, I sit here praying you’ll walk

The days seem to be getting so much shorter, the along comes

Dreams that used to excite me, days where everything just

Alone they’re just dark and empty, sadness and hopelessness

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to hide, motionless laying

Praying you’ll be the first thing I see when I open them,

Yeah, everything will be alright

Tim Windisch

12/19/2024