Come With Me.

I've always been alone;
Satisfied with the cold and dark void
that is my life.
But now I have a glimpse of
what warmth is, and I want it.
I am no longer happy;
but longing... wishing for a little more.

When did this happen?
This change in myself? I don't
like it.
Was it you, or something you said or did?
I can't tell... everything is rushing at me.

I want to go back, but bring you with me.
Can I do that?
Will you come?
We could be together in our own void,
no noises or pictures...
... just us; and your warmth.