As the last day’s light wanes over
The trees at the edge of the yard,
My mind circles back again, to
The space I inhabited before, the
World collapsing gently, folding
Over my shoulders like a warm
Security blanket, that feeling of
Wanderlust, tasting sweetsour on
My tongue, just another day gone
And me here, still feeling like the
Only one standing, like a wall
Flower left abandoned self, sorry
To not have chosen a partner soon
Enough, all the fast dances done
And still the one standing alone
Holding up a wall that stands just
Fine without help, so it is for me,
Not sad or lonely, just still.