Not her. Her.

In a room.

Without her.

Not the one who I was with.

The one, I was without.

I didn’t want to be in there.

Not in that room.

I didn’t want to think anymore.

At that moment, I thought I was going to throw up.

I wanted to leave.

The hope that I had mustered up, had disappeared.

Completely.

Only to be replaced by the yearnings for love.

Not for the one who I was with.

The one, I was without.

Spoke to people around.

Five said they comprehended.

Only two actually meant it.

I smiled at all. I left.

Thinking.

Loving.

Not the one who I was with.

The one, I was without.