I don't want to be alone. I search in the eyes of others for the spark that yours hold. Only through liquor do I sometimes see a faint flicker of you. I don't want to be alone. I crave the one that takes all my broken pieces and creates them to be whole. The one, who from just a silent sight can create a smile to grow. But like a cloudy night vacant of stars, I am alone. And it's okay.