Alright

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 fire I’d love to rekindle the flame, but babe I ain’t even got a log Chilly on the sofa, my feet feel so cold on the bare wood floor It could eighty-five in here, but we both know it won’t heat me no more I don’t need external flames to generate the heat my poor heart needs It’s the bowels of my soul, and honey you know your love is all it feeds On your touch, your warmth, I sit here praying you’ll walk through that door The days seem to be getting so much shorter, the along comes the dreaded night Dreams that used to excite me, days where everything just looked so bright Alone they’re just dark and empty, sadness and hopelessness freely abound I squeeze my eyes shut and try to hide, motionless laying there not making a sound Praying you’ll be the first thing I see when I open them, and everything will be alright Yeah, everything will be alright Tim Windisch 12/19/2024