I awake alone
and cold
in the dark.
I cry out howling
But no one can hear me.
He is not there.
He will be angry
I know…
and it will cost us.
I hope not that much.
I worry about the fish
swimming cold
and maybe dead
with no air to breathe.
I am afraid to look
and it is too dark
anyway.
With the light
still hours away…
only the warmth of a candle,
and my own fears.
(11/4/01)
