I do so well alone
- Perhaps better than most -
I have friends and adventures
Laughter and deep thoughts and daydreams and hopes
And I make great company with myself
I find it grand, being alone
But I’ll confess —
Sometimes
I look at the gaps between my fingers
And remember how they can be filled with your fingers
and the smallest smile will spread
and a tiny sigh escapes.
(My own fingers somehow don’t quite close up the space)