Today I found out that I am alone.
No one to turn to,
and no where to call home.

Sitting here, in this dark room.
***** white blinds,
and a bed sheet runs through.
A temporary bed on the kitchen floor.
Looking through smoke filled air,
I can't say I don't want more.

She looks at him, full of regret and sorrow.
He stares back, his eyes expressing genuine sadness.
All of the pressure has taken over her.
Everything she wants, she shouldn't.
Everything needed for social survival, she doesn't want.

There is one in every corner of this building.
I just want to be alone.
Go find another one.
Dumb *******.

An elderly couple,
In a car,
On a highway,
And two old bikes strapped to the rear.

The excitement of it all.
To go here.
To go there.
To go anywhere at all.
The thrill of it all.
To get it.
To be happy.
To finally have you here with me.

I don’t know what to write today.
So I don’t.
But I will again.
And then I won’t.