I sit alone upon an empty room
I try not to think of what has happened here
nor think on breathless tombs
but the two have felt synonymous at times.
I remember the photos on my walls
those who sat with disgruntled smiles,
cherish-able moments before stars fall
for as soon as nights end, moments fade.
I feel a little out of place between the sheets
it's as though I've been caught in between rocks
as caverns open up to a light I can not see,
but I try to hide it all away in a smile.

I see her photo, lit by lights of my phone
I remind myself of all that I have yet to live
then I realise, I may never have to feel alone
as I glimmer with a tiny star-raising smile.

The dark rooms are still dark,
But I am no more less than alone.