Always Alone After All

You said, "I'll be right back". Door click like a closing casket.

Coffee cold on the chipped glass table. Two chairs, one shadow.

Clock ticks like a slow laugh. My name echoes off the

drywall. Every picture on these cracked pale walls stares through me.

Not at all. Sad but true. I was always alone. Even wrapped up

in you. Every promise you made was a ghost. Passing through.

Left behind just to learn. I was always alone. After all.

After all... I scroll through our old messages. It's my words filling every silence.