The Lonely Room

It seems way too often that I wait for you alone in this room. When you arrive, there is euphoria, but it leaves way too soon. Our passion is a torrent; we ride the waves of our gushing hearts. I love when you scream into my pillows as we act as ravagers in the dark. I try hard to hold on to you, but you leave like the escaping tide. I sit wishing and dreaming about the next time you will arrive. Yes, it seems I am damned to long for you in this empty room. Happy your love returns to me, even though it leaves so soon. © Eddie K. Phillips