I thought to myself
there are worse things
than being alone.
For example,
to miss the sharp
edge of life.
Drinking only
to your bones.
Or to be obsessed
with a beautiful movie star.
And other trivial
segments of nonsense.
So, with a full
moon rising high.
And armed with my poetry,
my coffee and the
warmth I feel
inside – knowing you.
I will stick to being alone.