Lonesome.

Is this what adulthood

is supposed to feel like?

It's like I've got amnesia

because I'll have forgotten you

and then suddenly flash back to you,

staining the blank slate

I'd finally gotten clean

because I'll remember:

I miss you.

I'll recall bit by bit how

you were constantly by my side,

steadying me,

guiding me,

catching me.

Then I'll look over and see

an empty spot instead,

the absence refusing to be filled

despite my constant glances

and desperate wishing.

When I remember it all,

tears bleed out of my eyes,

blinding me so that

I fall

and hit my head.

I'll wake up,

alone.

Where am I?

And why do I ache?

Lonesome.

Is this what adulthood

is supposed to feel like?