The Moon and I #20

Alone–

Alone with the thought of everything

And all of it in blackness around my bedside table.

It’s a wonder the world continues to barge forward when

In the end, the words left etched on the

Glass panes above our office doors are always

Singular.

I don’t know if I could ever take this long term,

If I could ever look into the eyes of the

Lonely pitch black vacant spots and say

Give me this, or bring this back, or let this always be.

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