In the end of everything... Loneliness

There's nowhere to go.

There's nothing you do to fill the void.

Just wait.

Alone.

And go on living, because, as Lenine said:

The time does not stop.

But...

I miss your touch, the warmth of your body ... Despite being just that what you give me.

How can one miss so little?

How someone is able to give so little?

Crumbs ... Enough