You too..

tonight there will be no love again
as he begins with paper turns 
by turn by turn

as he drifts looking for treasure ...stars

In his silence 
thoughts induce his sanity

Those lonely paper sits quietly 
untouched looking at him....

His pen has an emptiness
of loving  memories 

In his pain he knows that no one really cares

For his love has gone from his heart
No love on his mind
No love to his Soul....

He question ..
Is there a God....
Over a glass of White.

As he writes....forever hold on too.