my loneliest time

When night falls and the sun fades, that for me is my hardest hour. It is the hour where the bare space next to me seems to chill me and it provides no comfort. The pillow that provides support for my head now supports my body. It cradles it where it needs to be cradled and provides a small substitution to the person I wish was next to me. Loneliness, yearning, needing comfort are some words that race through my mind. When does one know when to accept the void? When should one question the lack of comfort? Life can race by and seem to leave no trail in its wake.