Here I am again,
whispering in your ear,
telling secrets about myself
so maybe your own you can hear.
Here you are again.
Is that your name you hear
even though you’re all by yourself,
so no one can see your tear?
Here we are again,
conversing as if we’re near,
sharing secrets about ourselves,
yet each always alone, I fear.
There I go again,
never exactly making it clear,
but it’s no secret, this Song of Self,
which you read alone, is yours alone, my dear.
Day 10 of poem-a-day NaPoWriMo, a “lone” poem. It’s strange that someone who has written scores of poems about loneliness and isolation, while sitting all alone, hopes they might touch many people, though each in the alone-ness of their own minds and hearts. Loneliness is a lack, a feeling that something is missing, a pain, a depression, a need, an incompleteness, an absence. Aloneness is presence, fullness, aliveness, joy of being, overflowing love.You are complete.Nobody is needed, you are enough. Love makes you complete. This loving act of talking to everyone by talking to just myself makes me complete.