a maroon blanket wrapped around my shoulders
sitting under the waning yellow glow
of the desktop lamp,
nothing but the sound of the keyboards clicking
and the nighttime darkness pressing
my toes are slightly cold
and my stomach rumbles with hunger
in this dead of the night,
with remnants of daily bouts
scattered without a doubt
this moment sneaks utters clarity
so I have to record it
at how I'm painfully aware
that my heart in my chest
thumps without consent
out of necessity, it thrives
like how I weave in and out
of people's lives
just happens so, I cannot help it
never did I give permission
for loneliness to come rattling
against my rib cage and announce
that it's another period in time
no one here to keep the covers warm
or someone to hold hands with
down the lengthy sea shore
I am caught between day and night
just caught and careless
of what my head fills regardless
spontaneous illusions and
ravenous assumptions,
really, I am not as lonely as seemed
just a little hurt
in this fraction of in-between
I am set adrift
without someone
to keep my tethered
and warm