When one is accustomed to living alone.
And being independent...
It becomes difficult to embrace,
Those who suddenly appear...
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It was stated to them then,
How they underestimated...
Feelings that had been readily given.
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Where is weakness appreciated?
Who brags of an association?
Or tolerates putting up with it?
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There is no map,
To tap or pinpoint those frustrations...
Periodically coming,
As if long lost friends with memories to share...
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It is not that I don't think of you.
I do.
Sometimes I find myself thirsting,
With wishes wondering how you are.
...
Anyday.
Anyway,
You want me!
If that day is today...
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I will keep you with me celebrated.
I prayed too long for you to appear.
Your importance to me remains attached.
Nothing I've experienced has made that so clear.
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What are my goals?
Hmmm...
Of that I have no clue.
My mind is kept pre-occupied,
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Isn't it ironic,
That those very same people...
Who took liberties defaming others,
With claims...
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Have you ever been admonished,
By what some say?
Have you ever been astonished,
By what you believed would go away?
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