Alright

Sipping on my coffee, trying to see through the heavy fog

Reaching for my love, but my arm is wrapped around a dog

I know there’s always something, with an underlying desire

To circumvent this situation, only embers remain from our fire

I’d love to rekindle the flame, but babe I ain’t even got a log

Chilly on the sofa, my feet feel so cold on the bare wood floor

It could eighty-five in here, but we both know it won’t heat me no more

I don’t need external flames to generate the heat my poor heart needs

It’s the bowels of my soul, and honey you know your love is all it feeds

On your touch, your warmth, I sit here praying you’ll walk through that door

The days seem to be getting so much shorter, the along comes the dreaded night

Dreams that used to excite me, days where everything just looked so bright

Alone they’re just dark and empty, sadness and hopelessness freely abound

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to hide, motionless laying there not making a sound

Praying you’ll be the first thing I see when I open them, and everything will be alright

Yeah, everything will be alright

Tim Windisch

12/19/2024