Poetry

I know you so well; I have met you before
I have seen you in the cold blue light
And in the damp darkness; of the moonlight
Do you wish me well; or is it a game you play with me
The low voice of intimacy; the face in the crowd sometimes
I have left and come back
I have freed you and returned
Are you still angry now?
I must be with you if I am to survive
Can you call me and  tell me you are fine 
I know you are with her and it burns my soul
That empty space; that aching hurt 
I will just wait for one Red Rose........