I'm sitting in this room of darkness.
Only a sleeping cat by my side.
I sit here and wait for you.
I've waited for hours.
I've cried tears of loneliness in my spare time.
(There are no more tears left; I've spent them all)

And sit, I wait, holding a wet tissue
And staring at the warm brown carpet
I'm still waiting; you're still not calling for me
I stare at the phone desperately
Watching...
Waiting.
Ring, I tell the phone, Ring!
But still, it bears no news for me.

The cat stirs by my side, stretching his limbs
I watch this; it's much more interesting than the phone
But then, he settles to sleep again and I am still Alone.
My heart aches to hear the phone ring

But it's quiet...

I tell you in my mind what I am feeling;
But still, you're not calling for me, even with this attempt at telepathic communication.

I look through my tattered music book, searching for a mouring song to get lost in.
I don't find one.

Now, I'm here, writing my feelings in a slight rage...

I unhook the phone. I know you won't call; what's the use of waiting like a dog?
I tell you in my mind I'll see you two days from now.
But that brings me no comfort.

I am Alone...

All Alone...

This is the end of the tears I cannot cry and the loneliness I hold in me...

I'm done waiting...

I'll be Alone...

But I'll be happier this way.

A note about this: I feel like this at this very moment...

Black Feather Quill