I am alone.

I don’t know why.

Are you there?

No.

It’s just me.

In the dark, 

I sit on a bench,

Waiting for you.

I see something.

Is that you?

No.

Just a shadow.

The breeze runs around me,

I am on a tire swing.

It’s pretty.

Trees sway.

I feel a small push on my back.

Finally!

I turn to greet you ,

But freeze.

You are not there.

It is just the wind.

No.

No.

You are not there.

WHY ARE YOU NOT HERE?

I sit

Alone.

Silently.

There’s a knock on the door.

I know it’s not you.

Is it you?

No.

I open,

Expecting it to be you.

Are you there?

No.

It is just me.

Just me.

I am not me.

I

AM

NOT 

ME

WHY ARENT YOU HERE?

WHY ARENT YOU HERE?

ANSWER ME!

No.

I am alone.

No.

You are with me.

No.

It’s just my imagination.

No.

I am silent.

Blood drips.

No.

I am silent.

You…

You are there.

I made it.

I see you.

But,

It is just my imagination.