Eaten up by blackness,
I sit alone in the dark
Pictures of that shaggy-haired boy
Tug lightly at my heart

I’ve never seen him in the light
I haven’t heard his voice outside my dreams
Still I know him, it seems
His face is all that comforts me
When loneliness screams

In this darkness
Each second
Minute
Hour
Day
Slips away from my grasp
It doesn’t matter, though, I know
The pictures say the shadows won’t last

When the boy is not occupying my thoughts
With other pictures, I’m overwrought
Sometimes I see a cheerful little family
In their happiness, they know nothing of me

And so, while I wait to see these faces
I hug my knees and think of other places
Dreaming of kisses and warm embraces
Soon, I think, the gloom will be gone
Soon, the looming night will to turn to dawn