I am a woman.
I have lost hope.
When I woke up I was alone, for the first time in twenty years.
I woke up alone
I have lost the person I love most in this world
He was my best friend, my lover, my companion.
I thought we would grow old together, die together.
I don’t know why he left me.
He loved me for who I am.
He loved me for my mind, my body, my soul, my heart.
I have been sitting here since morning, I don’t know what time it is.
It’s dark outside
I can’t move, I am so alone.
I am her eyes.
I can still see the outline of his body imprinted in his sheets.
Through a couple of windows I strain to see silhouettes moving slowly.
The man I saw last night, the man I was used to, was gone.
All I can see is where he used to lie.
I frantically searched for him as if he was hiding in the sheets.
I am paralyzed.
I am the girl who has been left alone.
I have lost people I love.
I have stared off into space, wondering what happed,
And what would have happened if things had gone differently.
I know this expression of loss and loneliness.
This is a look I acquire after I have come to peace with what has happened,
Once it has set in that the person has been lost.
I can see the sadness in her eyes and in her posture.