Solitude,
My newly found high.
My being and person
The only companions I wish to have near.
Crazy enough to be crazy alone
Nothing but the sound of my own voice
The only lifeline that seems to fit lately
Me
Myself
The only self that understands a heart that has seen all pieces
drop on the floor faster than you can say 'hold on to life'.
All the people and the pieces we used to know
Too far gone to be salvaged by a heart that just won't take a step
Not forward
Not backward
Standing in the middle of it all.
Every breath seems like a lifetime of solitude
It may feel alone
But it's the company of many we have longed for, for many a day.
Though cold,
It fits like a warm glove.
