And if,
in the middle of
the night, you wake up,

And find that your heart
is racing, while he
sleeps soundly

And you can’t get back
to sleep even though
it’s pitch black outside

And you are thinking again
of the locked heart
and the lost key,
and the ordinariness
of loss

If you wish that you could be
the one sleeping, for once
and not the one left awake

If all of these things,
then at least know
that even though,
yes, you are alone

You are not
the only one.