I Sit Alone

The world continues to move. 

I feel it brush around me.

But, now I am alone. 

My travels contain only me. 

I sit alone in our spot now.

Staring at a place that once 

Bustled with such activity.

The air is quiet now.

No one exists around.

The silence digs into me,

I can feel its claws in my skin.

You no longer feel this pain. 

But I do. It becomes me.

I am pain. 

I am the silence. 

I am the empty chairs, stacked. 

I am the ignored seat, made for two. 

I am the note, scribbled in haste

And then crumpled and thrown. 

While the world still spins,

I am not a part of it. 

I am alone. 

And I hate every moment.