The phone was dead.
My heartbeat slowed.
She was no more.
That wasn't a doubt.
The was only one question.
Was she ever?
The phone was dead.

Rain endlessly tapping its fingers on the window in boredom.  
The drops shooting light into my apartment from the streetlights.

Shivering, cold, I turn up the thermostat.
I now dress in sweats, hoping for relief from the cold.

Brain says you must eat, body says I must not.
I remain stasis, unwilling to move.

Now wrapped up in a blanket, the sofa my domain.
Wishing someone, anyone was here.

For the comfort of knowing humankind still existed.
Do you exist? Or are you fever induced?

Trembling, I fall asleep.
Hoping my answers come with the morning light.