tonight, the pain is real
and i ache with want
of sleep and hope

there is a dream, a quiet one
i want to dream
in my own bed — warm
and remembering
how kind a woman can be

tonight, the pain is real
and I ache with want
of touch, of kiss, of a voice
silent now and far away

the years are heavier
than i thought they’d be
and the cold is colder
and the night is longer
and she is not here

my shoulder hurts, tonight
i ache for a moment
again — she smiles
and then she is gone