Stan Rodriguez

Solitude

How did I come to know—
these lonely feeling
that I thought that only others felt?

I thought I loved you well enough
to keep you—from running
and to what—I know not where?

You were my only dream—
now bubble in the sky of make-believe
somewhere around my only thoughts
of what used to be—the sum of us

How did I come to be alone?
surviving in this empty space
do I still breath?
but barely in my mind

And what will I become
without, the you I love?

I ask—but why?