Alone to Myself

Alone to myself I confess how sadly inept
I am at this. I’d give it up now except
I promised her I wouldn’t be that rash.
I’m broken wrecked, but I don’t get to crash
without the skill at which she was adept.

Unworthy of any honor, back I’ve crept
to notebooks she left in my care. I’ve wept.
She sees me writing? No. I do this trash
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀alone to myself.

I drove with her. I worked with her. I slept
with her. There’s no place I’d not have stepped
beside her. But without her, my mishmash
only wastes her time. I’ll leave the world my ash.
The dust my words have kicked up shall be kept
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀alone to myself.



by david and cyn


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