His arms so empty as he stares into the night

No one for him to hold, no one for whom to fight

Crestfallen is his self, he trudges through the days

Won't someone please show him that love is on the way?

His heart so hollow as he shuns the horrid light

No one for whom to care, no hope in candlelight

Gloom fills his forlorn heart, no kiss to quell the pain

Won't someone please heal him before he falls insane?

(Written December 14, 2015)