The clock tics.

The clock tics, and the music plays but does not cover its sound.  I am alone. 

My heart beats and my tooth aches.  A mosquito flies. 

The room is cold, the light is on and outside is black. 

The room is reflected in the window; those books sit unread on the shelves as well. 

I force myself to smile in the hope that it will make me feel happy.

I wanted to write great things, but I am alone and impotent alone. 

All thoughts are worthless while I have you and yet do not hold you.

You have left me floating between the despair of being alone

and the happiness of being loved.  How dare you?

The clock tics, and the music plays but does not cover the thought; I am

alone. 

but I am loved.