day 16: no one else for the sunset

First spring glass of wine

and everything is fine.

Not waiting for my sign,

not drawing a straight line

to what cannot be mine.

I'll try to make the time

and not push for a crime

You can't be where I am

I will not force the light

to shine you into sight.

You've not my appetite,

not another overnight,

but hold you all the same;

no active candle flame,

but warmth to calm me tame.

You know my name,

a lovely frame.

I ramble on and sigh

to no one at my eye.

Deceptive, cry

no more--I sigh.

My head straight to the wall--

the chair, I stand, I fall--

somehow you know it all.

I miss your call.

You can't be where I am,

I keep you all the same,

gentle friend in frame.

You know my name,

you know my name.