The cool midnight air drifts in through the window,
As I wake to soundless dark.
Beside no one,
With no one,
Alone in the night.
Yet my heart races,
And sweat blooms on my brow.
With him in my heart and mind,
All I can think of is....
Him.

Him who in phantom form haunts my sleep.
Him who causes my body to react,
With loss of words,
Loss of appetite,
Almost loss of sanity.

I fear I suffer from the sickness,
The warmth that touches you deep inside.
The eternal illness,
Suffered by everyone,
Yet I am alone.

No one to be with,
No one to love or link with.
I am lonely,
I am sick.
I am sick of the feeling you get,
But cannot accept.
The warmth,
The passion,
The physical attraction,
Between two people.
But I am only one.
In love with a man,
who does not know,
how I feel for him.

I rest my head against the pillow,
And slowly close my eyes,
There, in the dark I see him,
Standing there arms wide!
But as my eyes open,
The image of him disappears.

Slowly lights trickles through the gaps in the curtain,
And I slowly open my eyes,
To realise,
I've spent another night,
Without being loved, held or kissed,
By that man,
Who in my arms,
To my heart I do embrace him.