What does your loneliness give you that I can not give you?
Why do you drown yourself in this river of solitude swallowing down your longing every night every day longing for what? I am here! You do not see me.
I am a simple soul. I can not be your golden star. I want you to look at me, just once. I want you to know me thoroughly.
I see you sitting, out there in the dark in the very back of our garden every night, drinking , lonely, the dog by your feet, snoring, the stars shine upon you I can not reach you while your loneliness is like a blanket for you, the sky. I know you will one day disappear under this blanket.