Fear

You get up and put the kettle on, go make a coffee.

You brush your teeth and wrap yourself in clean clothes.

Shave. Style your hair. And look in the mirror. 

You might cook yourself something. And stab at a plate

with minimal interest. Or halfheartedly read a book 

with eyes that can't keep focused. 

But you go upstairs. 

There is a double bed. 

The night feels endless. 

You are heartbroken and there is a fear that your life

will be a string of loved ones becoming strangers.