At Night...

There is something about evenings...
That reminds you of what you have
and what you do not have
and what you desire.

There is something about the nights
that causes my mind to waunder
and makes you yearn something
that is not there.

During the day,
I keep my schedule busy
full of work duties and meetings
coupled with dinners with girlfriends

Yet, I still come home
to the quiet solitude of my bed
the silence of my room
with only the TV to keep me company.

I do not know what it is about the nights
but I do hate them.
Not because I am afraid of the dark
But it is the mere solitude.
The feeling of lonlieness.

I thank God for the morning.
When the sun shines and my busy day begins.
If only the days could stay longer
So the nights do not come
Greeting me like an enemy
to remind me
of my solitude...