Timothy Heaton


Love’s Addiction

Routines at nightfall lose appeal;
Thoughts, then passions, begin to reel.
Days have now passed without her near;
Distract myself—don’t want to feel!

My inner-voice sends me a jeer,
But I don’t care! I need her here!
Keep me away! My will is small!
Again tonight seems like a year.

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