Standing Alone

Standing alone, I have a sudden surge to wrap my arms around her affectionately and tell her "its ok". Her hand is limp and I think about how much better off it would be if I placed my hand inside hers. Without an object of flirtation, she is odd and unnatural looking. Katie not flirting was a bird swimming on the brink of coming undone. And how helpless she is. "Where did they all go?," she wonders. Then I laugh deep inside at my knowledge that she is alone. We can breathe safely.