I took a walk through the parking lot of your housing development.
Boarded up and black.
So now I roam.
It's not like I'm falling apart.
Don't you dare worry for me.
Why on earth would you start now?
A solitary flower pot on your front porch.
It grows and grows and grows.
I've never felt quite so alone.
Don't waste your sleep on me.
I could never live with myself.
I wouldn't know where to start.
I know you hate how much I love you, but there's no other one.
I could never take how much you hated me, I vow to die alone.
I did some talking to God. We spoke of the flowers of forgiveness, until the sidewalk swallowed me whole.
It's all uphill from here.
Day by precious day, I build up a tolerance to dirt in my mouth and concrete in my heart.
This is what it's like to be alone.