There comes a moment when you realize just how alone you are.
She has him, he has her, they have each other, and you…
Well, you have you.
That’s not entirely a terrible thing to have yourself to rely on
Because what many don’t realize is that…
You can make you happy.
You can make yourself sad, disappointed, you can make yourself cry
Make yourself feel like limits don’t exist, not even in the sky..
Simply because it’s you.
You know who you are, what you like, what you feel
No need for pointless explanations, or sorrowful apologies…
You will always understand.
You hold your happiness in the palm of your hands, you’ll let yourself in…
You won’t step on your feelings,
Make yourself ashamed or…embarrassed for what you want,
It’s just you.
There’s something quite peaceful in realizing
That the only thing loving you back besides you
Is the wine swishing in your glass,
Maybe what you had for dinner last…
But you have a tighter grip on yourself than a necklace clasp…
You love you more than the people in your life who seem to just pass,
By and then leave without saying goodbye
They go from hot to cold
Not much longer after that first hi,
And that’s okay…because you have you.
And as I write this solemnly, sadly, wistfully…
This is perhaps the loneliest I’ve felt in some time,
And as the wine in my glass stares back at me,
Waiting patiently to become…nothing.
I realize that I won’t dwell.
I won’t allow my brain to swell,
Or tears to form a puddle, not even a well
Of angst in honor of the pooling loneliness…
I’ll just sit here.
I will sit in the darkness, maybe the light.
I’ll continue to befriend the words that I write,
And that will be all…so simply..