Nightfall

After a day on all long,
from a head to a stomachache,
and traversing from dusk to dawn,
I return with lofty hopes so strong
to the comforts of my cozy room,
connecting to the world wide web
on the laptop and playing our song,
of Boston, but you were no where here
hence, I shall await of a return,
to where you and I first belong,
of a second none to wrong of our haste
loving another, wanting but each other.