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[a_blue_jay]

I wish I may, I wish I might
Have my friends by me tonight;
Hear their breath inside the room,
Playing out a nameless tune;
See their faces in the light,
Dim and soft, but still too bright;
Later, whisper in the dark;
Let their warmth kindle a spark.

This could be.
It is not so.
No one's here.
I am alone.
I am cold.
Sleep cannot come.
World is grey.
All paths are one.
Bitter tea.
Pen in hand.
I must do
All I can.
Night is silent.
Light is dim.
Heart is empty.
Wishing still.

Wishing they could hear me cry,
Hold me tight and wonder why.
Perfect silence of the tomb.
Sunrise always comes too soon.

(Oh look! it's a depressing poem! the things that come to me when I am too tired to sleep...)