I wish you were here
He’s knocking again. Ten o’clock, eleven, one in the morning, two, three, four. He knocks at all hours randomly, waking me from my sleep. I thought I was dreaming at first.
Would you really see me?
I wish you were here. I wish I could feel your arms around me when I’m desperate for a hug. I think about that hug on the hardest days. The days I come home and I have no one to share with, no one to comfort me, no one to help. No one.