Lone.

I am lonely.

And if the reason

is because i am

without you, let

it be so.

For what use

is it being with

you, when to

be with you

is without you?

No. It is

not because of you.

Nor the thought

of you, in

that solitary hiatus,

Like the Moon,

bright in the darkness

of the night.

I am lonely.

Not even for

The feelings I

am not quite certain,

like the last

leaf to fall

before Winter breaks.

I am lonely.

And to be so

is not just

being without you.

Many a reason,

That even the

Mind cannot fathom, like

a Wanderer ensnared

along some crossroad.

I am lonely,

Thus, with or

without you. Since

being with you

or otherwise, is

being with myself,

alone.