Here,
among the four walls of my bedroom,
windows bring in light
or the sound of rain,
sweatpants
lay about,
my beauty products
remain closed,
and my shoes 
long to be filled.
Surrounded
by the quietness of my quaint apartment,
unfamiliar smells of new recipes,
the television on as white noise,
and the wind
rattling my doors.
Only you
deadly,
selfish, 
ambiguous,
and dark,
robbing bodies,
ending not only lives
but plans,
dreams,
and careers.
--Olivia