Cloudy Cruise

Sporadic patches of fog
along this uncharted night drive
through the residential streets

Someone is just as lonely
lying in an empty bed
hoping for that contact before the sleep

A restless nature of active wants
to replace past touch
with current sensation

He would pull into the driveway
if he knew where you lived
and share in the frustration

But the door is locked
and you will suffer through
each toss and turn

He will tire of his pointless cruise
and drag himself to bed
letting the idea burn.