Obsession

When I'm alone I think of you
in dim lit yellow evening light.
When facing aching silent night
I think of you to feel alright.

I read the messages you post
to screen for everyone to read.
I sense myself and feel your need.
I look away to hide the seed.

Frenetic days are filled with work
and killing dreams that can't come true.
A grey distraction pulls me through.
When you're with him I think of you.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.