When you miss someone,
what do you do?
Cry,
laugh,
try to cover it up
like you don’t
care?
Do you write about it
or tell anyone else
or cry into your
bedsheets
at night?

Why do we care?
Why should I care
about someone who’s
in my life
for just a short time
and then
leaves?
It doesn’t make sense, but
I care.
I let myself love
and laugh
and relate.
Then all of the sudden,
it all goes…

away.

I mean,
isn’t that
life?

Breathless, she collapsed. She beheld her hands before her on the pavement; they were blue, bruised and numb. Pattering, the rain struck her back, dripped down her hair and caused little ripples in the puddles that surrounded her. She was on her knees: torn by the rough pavement. Around her there was no one; not a living being passed by on the streets. Alone. Companion by companion had deserted her. Now upon her knees she sank; to her unfeeling hands she leaned.