Depressing Poems

Alone

Sometimes

When you thought I was asleep

you would trace your finger over my arm

or my back.

You spelled out our names and how much you loved me

and I would fall asleep smiling.

Now when I’m just falling asleep

I feel a light brush on my arm

and I think it’s you.

But it’s not.

It’s just the fan.

And I am reminded I am alone.

S.K