My Due

On nights such as this,

Where loneliness rise,

I could do away with a gentle kiss.

But these thoughts,

Of the sweet days of yore are mere disguise.

Sorrow upon sorrow it brought;

Reminding me of the love I sought.

On nights such as this,

Where the mind is ever unstable,

The company of a friend is sheer bliss;

Much more than reading your favourite fable.

I have found the friend in you,

And the love I always knew.

On nights such as this, I know my thanks is due.

Eventide

15 Thlaram, 2022