Alone

It’s late Saturday night,
He’s still gone from my life.
I blow out the candles and fall into bed.
Where I lay thinking.
Thinking, about when he left.
About when I cried myself to sleep.

I can still remember that night.
As if it were happening here and now.
In this lonely room, seeming so small.

He said he was going out.
But when I asked where,
He walked out the door.
I knew he’d left for good.
And to my dismay I was right.

As I lay on this lonely bed.
I can’t help thinking of him,
Back when the sun shone.
But now it’s all fog and clouds.

I light the candle again,
Not quite ready to be alone.
I turn to my side and stare at the door.
He won’t be walking in.
It’s just a door. Alone.

Just empty loneliness.
I feel as if something’s missing.
I think I know what it is.
It’s the love he and I shared.
The warmth beyond warmth,
The forever-shinning sun.

I miss those days of happiness.
Those days of glory.
But now all I have is emptiness.
So bitter. So bare.

Your eyes burn through me like X-rays.
Staring back into your bright blue eyes.
I ask. Why do I bother talking to you?
You will never talk back.
Maybe that’s why I talk to you.
You will never talk back.

You jump up and lay next to me.
Trying to comfort me I dare say.
Like that will ever work,
In my miserable emptiness.
I hug you and cry.

Funny how you’re so comforting.
So warm and cuddly.
Perhaps my love was not the warmth I needed.
Perhaps it was this strange feeling,
That I sought after so tirelessly.

I fall asleep next to you.
Content with my new feelings.
For I will continue to morn.
But I will continue to live.
Even though it seems,
You’re just a cat.