by Donna Campbell
There are times,
Not often,
But sometimes,
I am not sure if I can go on without you.
I don’t even know you.
I miss you.
Have we met?
I don’t know.
I’m so tired of being alone,
Just me.
I’m not alone.
I have so much.
But I don’t have you.
I don’t know if I ever will.
There are times,
Not often,
But sometimes,
When my heart breaks for missing you,
And loving you,
And wishing you loved me.
I don’t even know if you exist.
I’m alright.
I’m not alone.
I’m so tired of being alone.