Here Poem by Shalyn Stachmus

Rest of the world's in twos and threes,
and here I sit, one lonely me.
It's not so bad, if I hold my breath.
I'll try counting to eternity.

Now as I gasp in for some air,
I'll mock myself as 'one despair, '
then laugh and frown, and roll my eyes.
I'll act as if I just don't mind.

I don't need this family's mood.
I will make my dreams come true.
And wait..for you.
Oh darling, you're surely coming,
for I faintly hear you humming.
So I hesitate..to bloom.

Here so we move, buzzing like bees,
yet all I can think of is you and me.
It's not so bad, when I think of death.
I'll try out-living infinity.

Empty rooms open for me, close again.
Here so we move, close and closer to the end.
I keep calling it gypsy insane,
but I'm drawing, clawing, gnawing the cage.