Alone in my room,
you sat on the wall,
waiting. Next to my bed.
I turned on the light
And flinched at the sight of you.
You are not ugly.
I flinch anyway.
Alone in the house,
Alone but for you.
In the place where I sleep.
I take a tennis racket,
never used in anger
And try to encourage you
to move from my bed,
I need to sleep.
You fall and as I try to catch you
I squash you instead.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to hurt anyone.