It was cold last night.

It was cold last night.

I know.

I went out there…

I waited for you to come.

I anticipated that you would soon arrive.

It would have been so simple if things came to fruition.

I was naïve; you were restless.

You needed some time; you needed some space.

Influences of life sometimes cause the unnecessary stresses that are best shirked through the extravagances of entertainment.

You desired to dance as if the world were ambivalent to your gyrations.

Your chi inspired the sun to rise.

I gave you room to allow your wings to spread.

You flew into the horizon.

When you returned, you were forever changed.

It was cold last night.

You were warm.

I worried that you would not return.

You were not required to make your presence known.

I worried that you may have been victim to bodily harm.

The world is cruel, only desiring to distribute pain inflicted.

I imagined that you were involuntarily involved in a crime against your nature.

It would be better than you voluntarily being involved with another soul.

I desired to rescue you.

Instead I was replaced.

I wished that you would arrive.

I needed your presence to validate my existence.

When you did not return, I remained hollow.

Perhaps I knew that you would not return.

Perhaps my naivety was mistaken denial.

You needed to be free.

I needed you with me.

I waited for you to come.

I waited in vain.

It was cold last night.