I sometimes wonder how different my world would be if I were completely alone.  

Papered skin stretched thin.
Like autumn leaves after winter's hands have scraped them clean.  
I am a poem you've already seen.

Dusky dark life of hollowed spaces,  
my body filled with regrets and angry places.  
I am a poem you've already seen

Tears of joy and sadness fill air
a void of soul I expect to be there but not made whole.
I am a poem you've already seen

Thoughts so primal, urgent passions
Racing, raging, our words... our worlds clashing
but saying, holding, nothing
I am a poem you've already seen

I sometimes wonder how different my world would be if I were completely alone,  
and I wrote the poem you've already seen