When I'm Alone

In a dark house,
there's an uncomfortable feeling
coming from being the only one awake.
Without the reassurance of being alive.

A dim overhead light provides a dull glow
shaded by carved glass,
tinged pale rose.

Burning tears finally escape.
Caught up in the rush of life,
never pausing to think about the crosswords of the future.
Tiny boxes to be filled.

Someday the clues will make sense.
Life takes on such a new perspective,
when its reflective.

For tonight,
surrounded by overwhelming familiarity,
it's enough to hope.