Companion At NightAlone in the bed,
Yearning for company,
Waiting for her to return.
The ceiling high,
Repetitive circles across its surface
Dust gathered on the windowsill
The closet door ajar
Cold and lonely,
Shivering in the dark.
Suddenly light creeps through
The bedroom enveloped in its warmth
She walks in,
Warmth enveloping once cold limbs
An inanimate toy,
Now filled with life.