Perfect Solitude



I was not alone.

But that did not mean

I was not lonely.

.

That walk, so long,

Dragging, almost consuming,

I shared with you

And you for yourself.

Or was it with another?

I denied the thought

In my mind, in our solitude.

That private moment,

Unwilling, selfish, suffocating,

Locked the privacy between us.

What essence would a door possess

If no one dares enter it?

.

I was not alone

But that did not mean

I was not lonely.

.

That bench,

Where we had MY precious time,

Where we did nothing but sit,

I also shared with you.

At least we were two,

Not one, not three.

Exclude, of course, the mind

For mine almost drowned,

Reaching you,

As yours drifted off

In my absence.

.

I was not alone

But that did not mean

I was not lonely.

.

The walk, those private moments,

The bench along with other memories,

I still can recall

But no more adore.

Now,

.

I am alone but not lonely.