we

I got so used to being alone...

Then you filled the empty space.

I was afraid there wouldn't be any left for me.

Now I don't know how I had any, for anything, but you.

Maybe I didn't.

Maybe that's the problem.

I don't care anymore.

I should; But I don't.

I don't want to be alone in here.

Specifically,

I don't want to be alone in here with me.

You know how to talk to her. She listens to you.

I never know what to say.

You say nothing.

We jump.