Mulder's loneliness filled.
Category: Poem, Mulder POV.
Archive: Yes to Gossamer and any other nice home.
I look at these four walls tonight
As I have many, many nights
With the feeling I'm not alone,
there could be so much more.
By morning I will have slept alone
Yet someone filled the void of sleep.
The first thing
I think of is her.
In the heat of summer or cold of winter,
She is with me even if she's home.
An ever present emptiness
had seized my joyless days.
It commanded my restless nights.
Now the void is filled with smiles,
Joyless days filled
with a better
I laugh even when I see these walls.
My thoughts dance to her music.
I wonder what fills
her time alone?
If it's me, we can dance together.
Let the silence be broken for me,
For I no longer feel alone.
please. Freestyle poetry
is not my strong suit and I may need suggestions!
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