One

I reach in the cupboard for a glass. Poured myself some kombucha and reached in for another glass. I stopped. My heart jumped out of my chest. A warm pain spread there. I realized there are no two. Not anymore. There was no second glass to pour. No one sitting at the desk facing towards the windows. It's just me. A tears ran down my cheek. My throat was tight as I tried to swallow and catch my breath. That was the harsh reality... I was alone once again. Once again my best was not good enough, not even if I had saved his life.