I don't want to be alone.
I search in the eyes of others
for the spark that yours hold.
Only through liquor
do I sometimes see a faint flicker of you.
I don't want to be alone.
I crave the one that takes all my broken pieces
and creates them to be whole.
The one, who from just a silent sight
can create a smile to grow.
But like a cloudy night
vacant of stars,
I am alone.
And it's okay.