She had never felt so alone

The silence had never been so intimidating. She was all alone, not a soul in sight. Not even the cat that came at 4 o'clock sharp had visited her today after the goodbyes. Every little creak, every slight noise made her tense up. Was that the door opening? Was someone coming in? Not taking any chances, she locked every door and window, even removing her headphones just in case she couldn't hear the doors opening. Nobody from the neighbouring houses had emerged either since the evening sun still held sway over the clear blue skies. It was hotter than any other place she had ever been to, and the glare drove everyone inside, presumably to their only companions for the rest of the day, and perhaps even the rest of the week. She had never felt so alone. As she typed, each black letter on the screen emerged in little clusters of emotions. A new poem perhaps, just to take away a little the loneliness.

The evening glare,
And cerulean skies,
Seem so far away,
After that goodbye,
That final sounding,
Clang of the doors,
As they shut her in,
And she shut them out,
Waving through dusty windows,
And unmoving curtains,
In a lonely house,
The silent beating,
Of an already tired heart,
That yearns for home,
She has yet to find this place,
As somewhere she can belong,
So she sits alone,
Awaiting tomorrow's dawn.


~Rei Shiori