Crystal Clear

I've always wanted to fly.
No rhyme or reason why.
At night I leave my bed.
Feeling alone and unfed.

The fire between us crackles on.
The bridge remains never gone.
Not hungry, I hear a sound.
Yet nobody is even around.

I was certain that nobody was there.
Yet I felt like it was casting a piercing stare.
I was the only person in this home.
Yet this intruder wouldn't leave me alone.

So I turned around to the attack.
But all I saw was a veil of black.
Looking back at the nothing I had.
Was I honestly that lonely and sad?

So I closed the fridge and reached out.
Witnessing that blackness as my final bout.
I lay back down and rest my little head.
But nobody was there to meet me in bed.

The thoughts of companionship consummate my mind.
But since I was the only one without it, I was in a bind.
It's sickening and it makes me pale.
When did my heart become so stale?