alone

And the blankets got

A wine stain

It’s older than her

Knowledge of

How to write her thoughts down

On that crumpled paper

And the dirty sheets

Lay on the floor

Just like last night

And the night before

And the cup

Of water on her

Bedside table

Has long evaporated

But still it sits there

And her mattress is bare

And the air

Is cold

And dry

And lonely

Is this

What it’s like

To be

Alone?

She doesn’t like being alone

There’s no comfort

In loneliness

And her face

Wears a smile

When she walks past people

She’ll never know

And she wonders

If maybe some day

It could be a real smile?

If maybe some day

These people

Could be people

She knew

If maybe some day

She wouldn’t be

Alone