Sometimes I reminisce,
With my shadow.
Sometimes I let loose,
my memories of you.

Other times,
I live.
The way you did.
The way we should.

I look,
At the sea.
And it shows me,
your smile.

I listen,
To the wind.
And it whispers,
your name.

At night,
I keep my window open.
So that I can hear you,
So that I can feel you.

I don't think of you.
I never think of you.

But sometimes...........

Sometimes, I reminisce.

"And there is no cure for solitude?"
There are worse things than solitude.
"Like what?"
Company, for one.
"The cure?"
No, the affliction.
"Quite sure?"
Quite sure.

Within me is a gremlin,
Stunted and gnawed.
He fancies himself an anarchist,
Or a comedian; in the din of the night.
Within me is a gremlin,
Without is a corpse.