The Son of the World

He was almost asleep now. He had his arms around her waist
when he suddenly moved away from her. His body was there,
he could feel it against the sheets as he could feel hers
against his own — but his mind, heart and soul were elsewhere,
nowhere to be found nor touched.

He woke her up to tell her he ought to go to work. She half-smiled
and stood up pronto, like some lady out of those nice movies.
She opened the door and said: "I'll see ya around." but her hand was waving goodbye
and although he could barely notice that, when he reached
the dark-empty streets and felt himself to be once again surrounded by nothing
but that so familiar loneliness, he somehow knew right there
that he would never see her again.