lonely

the world is fading away and the lusts there of
the lusts of people
people beautiful
they crowd my vision
they are always
here
always present
in the next room
sleeping just outside
on the couch
dreaming away
a million miles away
but
they are still
here.
breathing
the same air as me
people to talk to
to look at
to laugh with and cry with
to be with
and
when they all leave all gone
spearate ways
off to this trip and that
some howi coulndt get away
i tried to not be alone
but
here i am
and what a peculiar feeling
to wash dishes
and tidy up your room
with no one around the corner
no one to fill the space
in an empty home.
the dishes echo and bounce off the walls
im too little to fill an entire space.