I glare ahead, my eyes transfixed,
now overflowing with rage.
“I can’t take this anymore!”
I jump up, knocking over my glass.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I just can’t…”
My steps are heard rapidly
as I bound up the stairs.
Later, I fall into the bed,
hugging with my arms close,
fingers overlapping each other.
I’ve been alone so long,
I don’t remember a voice beside’s mine,
a touch other than what I own.