Holding hands,

We walked down trails at midnight, whispering

Sweet nothings,

Smiled at each other: innocent love at its finest.

He loves me. He loves me!

There are no ‘he loves me not’.

He called me at midnight.

“Darling,” he whispered.

The marshmallows melted in hot chocolate.



But I was wrong.

How can something so beautiful be so bogus?

Two people, both in love with the other,

Forced apart by petty lies,

By not answering calls,

By not returning text messages.

My heart yearned and ached.

I was alone.

The wind howled through my empty shell.

Every unspoken word, every petty lie, every unread message

Daggered my soul.



I missed him. I missed him so much.

Did he miss me?

I still do.



I am alone.

None to hold, none

To understand.

I am forevermore alone.

None to comfort

None to love.



A room filled with a computer

The screen dark,

Pictures of smiling faces from camps long ago,

The posters and memories in boxes

Under my bed.



Where is my white horse?

Shot in the head and stuffed under the bed.

No one to cry with,

No one to laugh with.

No one to share with.

No one to listen.

No one to talk to.

No one to go out with

And its Friday night.





None to comfort

None to love,

Forevermore alone.



Ring. Ring. Ring.

Head ringing.

No--

Alarm ringing.

No—

Phone ringing.



“Hey, darling. Want to see a movie?”

“Um, sure!”