Why is it that
when I'm alone
when it's dark outside
and no one's home
I get the feeling
that something is wrong.

I check the lights
the washing machine,
the cats.
All is well.
And yet,
I have this ache,
this twitch,
that says,
"Something is wrong."

I wish someone was here,
someone was home,
someone was awake,
any one,
to talk to me.
Tell me,
"Everything is alright."
But no one is there.
I'm alone.

And something is wrong.