Nobody wins at solitaire.
In the end, I'll still be alone.
And here, my heart aches for it's home
with you.
In these dark hours
I wonder
what all of this is worth.
The suffering I've endured
this long, lonely year.
I never meant to keep you waiting,
but to be fair,
you had the chance to end it.
"It" being whatever we have,
if anything at all.
I just want to  hear your voice,
feel your body against mine.
Not in lust, but pure affection.
My dreams are broken.