and then you wake up one morning to find that you're totally alone.
ones before loved have moved on and forgotten their whispered promises, remembering you only in hindsight, never forethought.

never forethought.

ones desired do not desire one with the same vigor or valor, as if these text messages could cross state boarders and reach into her pants to make her see something in you, anyway.

no little ones begging your attention, highlighting the simple curiosities of the world.

no sparkling galaxy of wonder and thought to stare into as the sun bares its horrid news of the arrival of another day.

no breath to intake
no "good morning" to be heard.
no purring kittens demanding attention
no bark of a loyal mutt to suggest its morning walk.

not even an alarm to inspire acts of greatness
nothing
absolutely nothing except for the cold, shrill touch of silence.

oh, but i have my thoughts.