What is it like to be alone?
I think, it’s this moment.
I sit by you on the muddy ground while you sit on the bench by the tree
and this park is quiet.
I ask you nothing. Though in my heart I beg you to speak.
And in my heart of hearts I hope it is about me.
I offer you a globe of blues and greens that’s sitting on my palm
Waiting for you to spin it – within those creases lives everything I have.
You do not pay attention at all. I do not complain.
My lips are sealed.
But I need to ask you for forgiveness for my discourtesy
And I put my forehead on your feet.
I find that your body trembles slightly at the touch of my two tears
(Something I could have missed had not my entire skin been all ears)
I vow to you in the silence of the night: I am never leaving
You stand up and walk away
The planets admire your grace.