The night was long and lonely. 12/11/2016

After his death nights like these came often and merged into days until they became one.Slowly the day became the day and the night became the night again.But still when I am not looking the loneliness finds me.The days,those I can fill,but the nights when I long to be touched,held tight and kissed,oh those nights.those nights when my heart is full of love and longing and nothing but endless emptiness before me and my heart cries and there is no-one to make it better.