What sucks

 Sitting in my living room when I'm the only thing alive in here
When my bed is waiting at 2:30 in the morning
For a warm body to lay down on it
But the body doesn't want to lay down alone
Drifting from one room to another
A brief breeze stirs the motionless particles
My thoughts betray reality to pretend you are here
Even my heart beats in double time
Pretending it is not the only one alone
I want you to be real
To be here in my arms
The silence only serves to remind me of your absence
Hoping that someday in the folds of time
In the shadows of empty space
You emerge from the darkness surrounding me
To bring light into my life
Insurmountable miles of myst and mystery
Have clouded my judgement
Dared me to believe you are thicker than a dream
More tangible than mere wishes
A counter breeze to twist your vaporous silhouette
Into a chiseled work of art
That I can touch, can hold in my hungry limbs that I can gently press my lips upon
I want you to be more than promises
Typed behind bits and bytes of digital data
Expose yourself to me that I might be able to see
The love you want to feel
Let it combine with mine
The threads of time aline
Interwoven in fine linen
To stich the tapestry of we