The time of day that I dread most


The time of day that I dread most.

The time of day that I dread most,
The darkness of the sky, the quiet time.
Cuddling on the sofa,
Thinking, talking, things we say,
Almost the end of the day.
The time of day I dread most,
Too quiet, no cuddles, no talk before bed.
Movies watched but not the same.
All is different except the pain.
But when I sleep, I’ll be at peace.
For dreams will find me and I can rest.
In the world that I see, the world that should be,

Linda Dillon-Nelsen

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The longing at the end of the day when your all alone