Is this how it feels?

I sit alone

In my thoughts

Smiling to the one I love

I’ve waited for him so

but it seems he has to go.

So I lie

Stripped down yet sweating

And pick up that five eighty page story.

Yet despite the rain

I hear the TV, noisy as can be.

I have to stay, though. There’s light.

Hands scramble to smooth out the dog ears

Of these pages, so new.

It’s time to hide.

Return to my foster home.

To not remember the one I love

All, who tonight, I’ve loved alone.