Being Alone

It is hard being alone and not being alone.

He sat inside his pain looking out

Like a caged animal locked inside itself.

He decided it was something he not live without

It was like an old friend you just learn to live with.

He doesn’t take off his shoes when he comes into

Your house and drinks all the orange juice without

Using a glass.

Its the kind of alone you get used to

Its a country you call home

Its a place in your soul can but won’t leave.

It is hard being alone and not being alone

There is a fine line that looks like a wall sometimes

He couldn’t breathe and laugh at the same time

And the day would come that he would have to choose

He knew the day would come when he would find coherence.

Derek Earl Houghton