Alone

Alone


The only child, the lonely child.
Since birth,
For these many years
I have been alone.
Friends, comrades, acquaintances,
I have encountered all;
Some fleeting, some longer
And some which promise
To be more enduring.
But in all their time with me,
They never knew me fully,
Nor I them.
Confidantes, sharers of my secrets,
E’en personal advisors.
Heard they my secrets, but not all;
Gave me advice
But were partially heeded.

For I am alone,
My own friend, advisor and confidante
And e’en my worst enemy.
Paranoia, I hear you mutter;
Mayhaps it be true.
But ‘tis my story so far,
Summed up in a few words:
Single and alone.
Self-sufficient I’ve become,
Requiring no company,
But not thankless
For the company I get.
Walking alone
But not unmindful
Of those who may walk beside.