[Lubesh]

I stand alone without release,
Weary in solace and wandering solitude.
They let go of their coupled hands,
Every few steps of the way
And take a long look at each other.
They wonder who she is in the middle,
I step back and see myself from a way in the distance,
Long rains and prickly nights,
Turmoil tosses and throws the sheets,
I run to catch up but,
They have left me far behind.
Sweating and breathing hard,
They don’t hear me call,
They don’t want me at all,
Whilst alone, I had their companionship,
Now all alone, there is only me.
I stand back from myself,
See a slave dwindling in shadow,
Yet the sun is strong,
The shadow wanders off somewhere in the distance,
Seeking cold comforts and cool nights,
Of crisp, white sheets and laughter,
I run to catch up but,
She has disowned me,
Left me lost and naked,
Whilst attached, I felt clothed – one.
Now vulnerable and cold,
I long for the long rains and prickly nights,
I run and keep running,
And somehow, I find myself home.
Breathless, I sigh a relief,
Sweating, I find myself here,
Despite the drips of uncertainty
That run and keeps running.
I find myself again to be,
All alone.

[Vorcla]

Hmmm. Thought provoking. A matter of degrees of difference between "alone" and "all alone," and yet it makes all the difference in the world. This sort of swings back and forth between hope and despair. And, as always with your work, very well-written. Nicely done, Lu.

[Lubesh]

Thank you.