Beside you, Besides me

A door that opens and shut.

I longed for a presence today, like I never did before, for that sense of not being alone.

The door  let in familiar shadows.

I hopefully wait just to see another shadow pass by.

 Not you.

Every struggle without you beside me.

And yet I hear "small fly" dictum.

Am almost done.

Almost done.

If you had been present , would you have sensed my pain?

Would you have wrapped pain away with the kindest smile?

And yet in alone ness, I just feel your presence within and beside.

It is just emptiness next to me.

And yet I carve a niche for your presence, for my strength.

Strange that I seek it in one who hardly knows what or where I am.

Strange that I find it in you when it hardly matters to you.

Strange that I wrap sentiment in a paper when I hardly exist in your thoughts.

Beside you, besides me, there rests my faith in you,  stranger.