I stand alone in a crowded room
Surrounded by shells of beings, often calling me a friend
But, none of them know my internal doom
There’s not one, on this forlorn plane that ponders my end

And then there’s you, the one who always held me through
Through dark days, and stormy nights
For eternity is was just us two
Win, loose, and draw of our domestic fights

To be called beloved, is the nectar of mortal life
To love and be loved, in moments of strife.

And yet, I doubt your presence next to mine
Facing an ultimatum, I choose neither
Wishing our souls would intertwine
But, I know you don’t know me either

I’m continuously trapped in lessons I should have known
Empirically…  I compulsively, find myself alone.