There is something 
about mine both 
being it and 
having it that 
brings me comfort 
a warm sweater 
layered on thoughtlessly 
a quick peck
on the cheek 
out the door 
these little things 
that are mine 

Labels types and terms 
one more thing to be 
what happened to plain
old me how’d I 
become an expectation with
disappointment from a promise 
that I never made 
is it easy to 
point and say like 
I’m a click away 
little more than an 
item on some menu 
delivered by a stranger 

Will you grow bored
will I of this 
I’m empty maybe dry
all I find is lint
or old linty candy 
not much to say 
just quiet in darkness 
wondering where it went 
and if ever was

I’ve been a tailor 
for the last twelve 
years holding on by
a thread be it
sanity or madness it
was my life I lived 
running like a fugitive 
from my love crimes
buying time rather than 
serving it I knew 
that one day I
would one day find 
my island and there
I would finally rest 
atop sand beneath sun
listening to the sea

This alone 
I feared
once is
now my
friend loves 
we are
and no
one else 
is welcome 
to our 
tea party 
for one