Monday, March 5, 2012

Third of 3 poems

Here I am, alone with myself

like and old friend, wanting only

our other companion

our friend and lover to laugh with


to sit in silence, and hold hands

to kiss and mingle and soothe and feed,

to shine for and lavish it all back


surely I must step away and

allow you some space to fill the well

now and then. Surely.


but any other company is only second best.

-Except my own, and I grow restless.

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