In this late hour,
I'm utterly alone.
no one,
else,
alone.
Your ego driven view
a cracked hour glass,
undeniable
to
alone.
why couldn't you have her,
too beautiful
alone.
only
a pillow can comfort
restless
and alone.
David DeSantis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-03-am/