Define Alone

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We are alone, but looking less alone these days, these nights
A bit oxidized, without a second pair O’ eyes to tend to things too
And of gardens, flowers and florals seem to be in season into perpetuity
Libraries, are we, arent we?
May our posterity, should they someday see it so, pity us none

Mutual

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No almanac, none oracle
Nor history’s siren scream
But distraction, escapism
Forecasts the darkest dream

The future finds us lonely, friend
Though close is what we want
While we commune with empty eyes
As solitary haunts

Offense

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Are you here to parade in my past

Marching, lock, stock and barrel

With all the should’ve-been soldiers

Never healed

Never having entrusted their hand

Am I here to remain unredeemed

Writhing, uncertainty everywhere

With all the versions of me

Never arrived

Never knowing anything but alone

Nevada-California

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Left alone, on an empty grey pier on a lake on high, a warm windstorm making its way through her hair, its force able and willing to carry her away to further aloneness somewhere, and she, sufficiently calm and willing, is nevermore afraid…never more.

Second

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The permission slip

Mine

That I didn’t need, first of all

You gave, then took away

Taunted me with it

Made me give chase

I, unsuccessful then

I, unaccounted for

Walked into class alone, second of all

A laughingstock in my own eyes

Cosy

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We all have the look of alone, alone

Save for the duo who just strolled through the revolving door

They look alone together

The cheerleader in me asks them to embrace here and now

And be grateful for the together part

What of this urge to cheer for them…and then I remember

Be content with this, never want for more

Outside

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So there I was settin’ on the outside stair, put there as punishment, I guess

Though, unlike most youngsters, I didn’t know what I’d done wrong

Left out to live, exposing my skin and my heart to the harsh elements

An occasional smile from a passing turtle or bumble bee sustained me

Probably they spotted my deer-in-the-headlights desperation from afar

Speaking some kindness, they felt, wouldn’t hurt any

If only they knew, scarcity would have me hanging on their every glorious word

Writing of them, strangers, all these years and footsteps forward, later

Filling in the blanks left by the one who left me settin’, sad on the outside stair