Everyone else is 
but additional spices 
to the rack
that we are 
imagine that you 
are the essentials 
necessary to make 
any dish necessary 
and that others 
are their own 
various flavor profiles 
be it tarragon 
or basil or
chili powder or 
cumin or whatever 
makes the meal 
you are taste
a bit better 

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