Alone in the world
There are moments like these
When only the birds outside
Can be heard chirping
And the ducks and swans
Can be heard cackling;
But the house itself
Is silent.
And I
Am alone.
I sit on the sofa
With my legs crossed
And my back bent
Over the screen;
I drink coffee
And read about
Billy’s best cigarette
On the side
While I
Muse
And bathe
In silence.
For the first time
In weeks
The silence
Doesn’t scare me.
For the first time
Since Wednesday
I don’t regret
Going out alone.
There is a freedom
In being alone.
There is
Something ecstatic
About being
Alone.
A conversation
With yourself
Unfolds
And
A little respect
Pokes
Its head
Through that tiny
Crack in the door.
A glimmer of hope
Perhaps;
A good start
To the day, for sure.