It's Growing

There is such an emptiness inside of me after saying goodbye, and leaving you and your car of safety from loneliness into the house where I know I'll be alone, future unset.

It doesn't matter, it's okay, I don't need that text back, it's fine.

No it's not. Don't let me be alone. It's growing, that feeling inside of me, a bubbling up of loneliness from within my heart. Don't go. Don't.