Alone

I share too easily, I leave myself open. This is not good. Wish I could unsay some things I said. I know they'd come back to bite me. There is grief, and a sense of nakedness and a feeling of aloneness. Not lonely, just alone. I must learn to live with that. I must learn to live with myself.

Remembrance

Winter evening

Soft jacketed evening

They were lost to the world

You mocked them with your song

I walked quietly along.

You mocked them

With your tender song

On that wintry soft jacketed night

Lost to the world

I remembered it differently.