Not What Is Wish...But Done Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Its been cold many nights.
When sleeping alone,
Is not what is wish...
But done.

Its been hard to resist.
A needing for much more,
Than an old emptiness,
To come.

I want somebody known to me,
Inside.
I want somebody shown to be,
Alive and not hide...
Away.

Its been cold many nights.
And hugging a pillow to snuggle up,
Is not right!

I want somebody known to me,
Inside.
I want somebody shown to be,
Alive and not hide...
Away.
Or play games that stay on display!

I want somebody known to me,
Inside.
I want somebody shown to be,
Alive and not hide...
Away.

Its been hard to resist.
A needing for much more,
Than an old emptiness,
To come.

An aloneness like this,
Is not what is wished...
But done.