The hour approaches as the sun sets the minutes gto o by like hours. While the creatures of the night stir me myself sit and listen. If only the hearts of ours would call maybe the night wouldn’t last as long. As I lay there waiting for that touch you lay facing the other way, with not even the slightest care. Now, all that I can do is stare, wishing your heart would listen to my cry. If only yours would answer the hour of the loneliness would die.