Come Along

It is so lonely in the desert.
There I wait for someone, anyone
To come along.

The years pass by slowly,
And my emptiness grows,
Gnawing at my inside.

I wait. I am always waiting
For company to come along,
And when it does,

I pounce, and fill the void
With flesh and bone
And bits of leather and cloth,

And a kindred spirit
To wait with me for someone
To come along.