The lamp flickers on and off softly

As though it’s a fire begging to grow

As though you are not there, begging for it to stop

You sit on the bed sheets you cleaned that morning

The same bed sheets you bought with all your money

They’re a fancy material, that of expensive things

Your alone though

No one to share it with, to breathe in the detergent you used and think of

home

No one to hold you as you flick the light off

No one to say everything will be okay

Your utterly alone, many people face

But it’s still

hurts

It still tugs and pulls you down

Deep into the waves of loneliness

Forgetting that you left the door unlocked

The waves wash in

They flood your house, sure, but a man emerges

He’s in a button up and tie with slicked back hair

He saw your distress

He heard your cries

He holds you on those new sheets, as you turn the light off

Your tears damp on his shirt sleeve

His shoes and tie discarded on the floor

Everything will be okay, yeah?

You are not alone

You are with people who will bare their neck to you, and let you bite

You are in the deep dark ocean, by his side

You are letting those flames swallow you,

Turn off the light