I no longer 
pine nor yearn
nor long or
miss for I
have found comfort 
in my silence 
and coziness in
my peace days
blend into night 
like the seasons 
each one bringing 
its own happiness 

Here now me
and the leftovers 
someone else’s forgotten 
we just sit
and smile the 
kind that says 
maybe not there
maybe never there 
oh but here
with the other 
day old bread 

Deja vu all 
over again like 
some merry go 
round I never 
wanted to ride
if I’m going 
to end up 
alone then why
not remain alone 
and cut out 
the middle man 

There have been 
plenty of days 
when I didn’t 
and would have 
preferred to do 
anything else but
and I’ve learned 
over the years 
on those days 
is precisely when 
one absolutely must 
sing and dance 
and paint and 
write and love 

Sometimes days go 
doing little else 
and then nights 
at last come 
and everything slows
just like gum
that after awhile 
loses its flavor 
but still manages 
to make bubbles