I wake in the morning
to a bed that should be warm --
Instead it is so very cold.
My secrets are never told.

A flicker of movement
Out of the corner of my eye --
I turn to an empty room.
Quiet and still as a tomb.

An empty room
An empty heart
An empty bed
A dream in my head.

Coming home to my place
Everything where I left it --
No one to rearrange or organize
No one to listen and sympathize.

I wander the mall aimlessly
Searching for that gift to buy --
And then I realize there is no one.
My search is over and done.

An empty wallet,
An empty heart,
An empty home,
A dream not to be alone.
Just a dream.
Only a dream.