Alone

Alone.

Scribbling words in a book,

Drowning inmy incoherent thoughts.

Alone.
The incessant ticking of the clock

Is the only thinkg to fill the emptiness.

Alone.

Still feeling the warmth of his touch

But no one here to console me.

Alone.

Twiddling thumbs and gnawing on fingernails.

Bleeding's not enough to ease the pain.

Alone.

I close my eyes to see him here beside me,

I call his name,

Reaching out to fit into his embrace.

...And suddenly, I'm not so alone.