all alone

A tear
trickles down
her face.

A loving hand,
smoothly
brushes
it off.

No words
need be
spoken.
For she
is loved.

But then
she wakes up
crying.

Tears fall.

No gentle touch
is there,
to wipe
the tears.

And so
they fall.
And fall.
And fall.

But she
is
all
alone.

She may
have just
woken up,
but
in truth,
the nightmares
have just
begun.