After reading th epost about being alone I thought Id post this. This is something I wrote a while back in the darker days to my web site
Alone
Living alone is the same for all
An absolute with no adornment.
Listening to the crescendo of silence
We flee to work or play
Circuit the routine of the day.
Deadly dull
When night comes
Keep the demons at bay.
Prepare the food
The drink
The music
And retire to think.
Shall we listen to our divided selves
The metronome of all our fears?
Can we denigrate that intrusive voice
Beating in our ears
Marking time in limbo
We revise things gone.
How we loved
But didn't.
What we had but let go.
Things we should have done
But couldn't.
Words left unsaid.
Alone
Is not to trust in love.
To trust in love
Is to reaffirm
The central core
Of ones being.
Once gone
It cannot be restored
MRJBS