And yet you 
couldn’t take thirty
seconds out of 
thirty two million 
to say hey
I’m doing okay 
just going through 
some stuff here 
baby I’d rather 
have been one 
ridiculously small slice 
of your pie 
than to have 
gone this hungry 
for so long 

Oh to have 
and to hold
but not another 
this time around 
just little me
just by myself 
humming a tune 
as I clean 
or cook or 
do some laundry 
being happy alone 
here at home 

Just me and 
my little place
cozy and comfy 
couple of lamps 
cup of coffee 
and a view 
just sitting here 
all of us 
some music too
and a fire 
friends are we
not saying much 
this is what 
my life means 
to me and 
needs to be 

How to say 
this looming has
woven itself into 
me like threads
of dark uncertainty 
but unseen by 
the naked eye 
I know it’s 
there protecting me 
from arrows and 
daggers and stones 
so throw at
me your best 
but expect not
me to kneel 

In a stirred
pond one cannot 
see the fish
therefore wait patiently 
for debris and 
decay to settle 
at the bottom 
then you’ll see
the flashes of
light and color 
swimming about just 
as they have 
always been before