I thought maybe this time… But Cupid missed, and the arrow fell. A hollow room filled with echoes of could-have-beens. Silence louder than… But no, there's no one to share it with. Just me, and this ache that never asks permission. Shadows stretch long in the absence of someone who never arrives. I reach for connection, but all I grasp is the fading warmth of my own hand. Alone. More alone. More and more, each time alone. A heartbeat slowing in the quiet, waiting for nothing at all.

A nerdy birdy interested in clouds and yellow flowers.