Lonely Longing
I long for him, and I keep him
The evening draped itself around me like a lonely shawl, the last light of day fading into an indigo sigh. My apartment, usually a haven of solitude, now echoed with a palpable silence that seemed to amplify my longing—a yearning not just for company, but for the fiery touch that could ignite the smoldering embers within me. I wandered aimlessly from room to room, each step a muted plea against the hardwood floor. The reu...