Alone
Sometimes on still nights I still find myself missing him Thoughts of Loneliness set in I remember all our passion, The magical poetry we’ve written Thumbing through volumes of our midnight monologues Driveling down tear-stained looseleaf I can’t even tell if I miss him Or the inspiration caused by my suffering Solitude knocks at the door Asks me if I want company I tell her I don’t know if I can be happily alone Perhaps I’m not strong enough to stop the onslaught of stray thoughts, my inevitable sabotage Solitude kisses me on the cheek Tells me she’s never seen anything so beautiful Weaves her fingers through every curl and corner Showering in cool contentments Sunbeams falling upon chilled skin Wind-bitten Healing, not hidden Solitude gives me space without thwarting her affections She reaches for my hand Tells me she sees me for all I am Says I’m safe with her Imperfect human Every scar a treasure Says Loneliness was all I had when I didn’t truly feel worthy Tells me, “It won’t ha