Her hands attempt to quiet me,

As they brush over my forehead,

Rough and dry.

Her presence provides comfort,

As it distracts from Loneliness and Sorrow.

The two beings that overwhelm my very existence.

I nod my head and smile helplessly.

She does not understand,

Though she tries.

Dismissive,

I wish to be alone.

She exits leaving traces of a final whine.

Eyes closed,

I find myself in hallowed halls,

Begging for guidance.

I fall to the floor,

Silence weighing down on me,

My tears whispering sad stories to my cheeks.

The cold hand of reality pulls me back.

Finally aware.

I am utterly alone.