It’s five past ten and I’m starting at my phone. I hear him shifting in the other room and it bugs me. I wish he would just stop making so much noise.
But in reality... there is no noice. It’s his mere presence that screams so loudly. It’s annoying just knowing that he’s there. Even though I’m so alone I still wish he wasn’t here .
My soul asks for its “one” who day by day looks less like him.