Alone in the night,overwhelmed with despair.I know my role.I'm the one they turn to.But where can I go?To whome can I turn?Been too long since I've had my other half.The one to which,in the middle of the night,I turn and stroke their hair.Letting go of the inner need and pain.Sharing not in words,but touch.The burdons are mine.I just don't want to be alone while I carry them.
