Alone

I wrote this poem a while back but I really like the imagery in it so I thought I'd post it.

Staring at a brick wall.
Shouting out your name,
No-one answers.
From a street to an alley,
A town to a wood,
No-one's there.
A blank piece of paper
Filled up with words;
The endless scrawls
Of a forgotten world.
Am I here?
Can I not hear you?
Are you just not there?