Another Kind Of Love, It's Easy to Forget

these lonely thoughts creep upon me in the dark and silent hours.
these thoughts whose cowardice is shed with the disappearance of concentration
and the emergence of memories.
there's nowhere for these lonely thoughts to hide
and now, when there are no other thoughts to hide them,
when there is no light of day,
no questions to answer or things to occupy them,
these thoughts -
they suffocate
and remind me of what i cannot have.