Sometimes I feel a deep loneliness.
Familiar, like it’s always been here.
I remember, as a child,
misunderstood by all,
misloved.
That was you.
Oh but I’ve changed so much since.
I’ve replaced all my pieces.
I strived. I improved.
Isn’t this what you wanted?
You’re still here. Why?
You seem
like you could use
a steady friend.
So we sat.
Me and my loneliness,
together at last.
