Forced Into Solitude

Mary,

I keep calling out for you in the night. I know you can't answer, but I still do it.

Please don't make me dream alone. Every time I close my eyes, I reach for you. I try to find you in that darkness, but you're never there. Just empty space where you used to be.

I'm tired, Mary. So tired. But I'm afraid of the quiet that comes when I sleep.

I wish you were here.

—Theodore