Sitting in my room alone
Wrapped warmly in a quilt
Cold wind blowing outside my window
Feeling not a pang of guilt
...
She wakens in the still of night
In need of much more sleep
The room is dark & quiet
But for a faint glow by her feet
...
He sits staring out the window
As he does many hours of the day
He watches the sparrows flying about
And wonders if they are chirping
...
I wish that I could run free
In a field of sunflowers
And play with the butterflies
For hours upon hours
...
Solitude
Sitting in my room alone
Wrapped warmly in a quilt
Cold wind blowing outside my window
Feeling not a pang of guilt
For needing solitude
There is a certain feel of comfort
With a loved one so close by
But that feeling is not near enough
When unable to see eye to eye
And needing solitude
Our dreams were quickly shattered
Hopes of a future are no more
Time we spent mere memories
Grieving felt to the very core
And needing solitude
Solitude for peace of mind
Time alone to heal
We lost so much in so little time
But our friendship remains strong & real
Now & in our solitude.