Alone With Fear

I live in a desert of emptiness last to survive Hoping each day for a small glimpse of light Two shoes without a soul in them My hand has no feeling without one to hold Kisses only touch thin air then disappear My arms held open with no one to hold The Christmas tree has wrapped empty boxes Christmas dinner microwave cooked one dish at a time Fear I have of being alone slows my heart beat down Sitting by the phone just needing to hear a voice A call I received: The last call for lonely hearts A prerecorded message wanting a fee