Author Note: This prose was originally going to be in John Hart's POV but it didn't really seem like him at all. So... this one is in Ianto's POV.
Alone
I wait for him; willing him to come back.
I search for him; wondering if I’ll ever find him.
I ask for him; hoping someone will know.
I speak of him; pleading someone will answer.
I think of him; wishing he’ll come back for me.
I pray for him; convinced he’s still alive.
I dream of him; longing to be told it’s not a dream.
I found him; realizing reality.