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<center> Alone...

Now back in my room,
My tired body falls back onto the bed,
Among my covers and many pillows.
As I lay there staring at the ceiling,
A tear escapes my eye hitting the pillow.
The tears increase as memories intensify.
My mind slipping back to the week before,
Once again I am forced to relive that day...

Sitting at home waiting for yor arrival,
I am startled by the ringing phone.
As my hand picks up the reciever a chill runs through me,
I listen to the hard and raspy voice,
My body begins to grow weak.
My throat goes dry and my head begins to spin.
The Phone drops to the ground as I strain to scream...

Grabbing the keys and my jacket I race from the house,
I race down the road to find you.
Finally I pull up to the scene,
Police and bystanders crowd the street and sidewalk.
The yellow tape of the police holds all back from the crime.
The tape is lifted as I make my way through.
What I prayed was a dream,
Was now a harsh reality...

I inch closer to a dumpster surround by police.
As I step around and look,
Your body lay limp against the dumpster,
Your blood lays all about you on the pavement.
My body falls to the ground beside you,
I finally reach and gather you into my embrace.

Tears pour from my eyes as I look upon your face,
My fingers brushing your hair.
The moans and cries can be heard over the city.
The police coax me softly,
And lift me up escorting me away.
Then all goes black...

I sit up in my own room once again,
My body shaking violently.
Was it nothing but a horrible dream?
My hands feel beside my for your warm body.
Nothing but cold.
My eyes quickly scan the room.
The pictures from long ago gone

Then I realize,
This is not a dream.
But a horrible nightmare come true.
The nightmare that will forever haunt me,
The nightmare that I,
I am all alone...