Alone

You come home just as you have every day before,

you see your one bedroom apartment staring back at you,

the one your parents begged you not to buy.

You start to think about them, 

how much they loved you and wanted you.

You think about your childhood,

how much they cared about your well-being and all the goals they had for you.

Your neighbors start to scream,

and scream,

and scream,

across the hall,

and then silence as it was before.

You realize your alone,

once more. 

You miss him. 

Him.

That's what this all comes down too.

Screaming and screaming,

you can hear it again.

This time you start to cry,

because people wouldn't fight if they didn't care.

All of a sudden you hear a thud,

and then several more.

You finally walk outside into the hall and listen close to the door,

you were about to knock, 

and then you hear her moan.

You always think the worst of people.

You think of him,

again,

and all you want is him,

but he is the last thing you can have.