The glaring truth

The city's coloured eyes glare at my naked, lonely soul. The wind abuses my windows and walls Trying to rip the truth out of me. The truth of the fact that I need You To comfort me with your soft unsaid thoughts That you have not spoken but felt, feared and hoped for. Tonight I am alone, scared of debt and poverty, not loneliness but only the thought of being separated from Him and you. (1996)