your efforts are heard: savor it.
living alone is a choice...there are empty parts
a lack of other(s)
I feel it often.

I have become accustomed, oddly enough-
to being solo.
not anything that I had imagined for myself:
an adaptation to rejection.

successful, but not to my
personality.
it is part of who I am.

I am stunned by expectations I hear about.
I do not have these sorts of problems.
this is part of my efforts of self care.
there is a lot of leaking that goes on
I have to bolster my own light within.
the heart lives, by breaking over
and over.

I like to read about sensitive people
who relate to their plants-
how do they manage?
I could have asked my family
but they are dead
as you know.

I am happy to encourage generosity
but there is no reason
to cling to expectations
I would rather make stuff
or write
to take care of animals
and stuff.

I would rather do this than chase
people around to be my friend
I guess
I am getting old now-
I would just sit
and not say a word:
what else can be said?