Alone With Me Poem by Terri Louise

We’re standing here.
You look towards the light.
And back to the shadows.
Are we the same?
Do you trust what I trust?
But we both lie and hurt and lust for the chance.
To be happy.
Alone with me.

You open your eyes.
Your soul is there.
I know you are waiting for your chance to fly.
Should I ask or pry?
Will you run from me?
You hold my hand and talk of sin.
I understand.
There are no lies for you and I.
Alone with me.

I feel light and dark.
The forces combine.
I know that you were hard to find.
And you were looking.
And I was here.
Looking back at you with past of sin.
And you hold my gaze.
While you hold my hand.
Alone with me.