#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
all the promises made,
somebody is waiting on the other side.

They smile and wave, you aren't alone..
why the loneliness then? they arent that close.
The face you cannot touch,
the breath you cannot breathe.
all you can do is whisper with a sigh, "someday"...
one more promise made,
as you lose yourself into another lonely night.
© AzmanskyHerrmann