I had never felt more alone the than now- with my supporting and caring, acquaintances surrounding the walls of my well-being.
Over time, the realization had come to my head that no one could fill nor cover, the "you sized hole" that was engraved in my heart.
They all claim to know me.
But none of them know that I don't wear the ruby around my neck any longer because it represented your favorite color.
No one knows that I lock myself in my room on stormy days and torture myself with our song.
Or that I allow my hand to roam your side of the bed. Remembering the last your body was there.
No one knows.
No one but you.
No one knows me, as well as you do.
