I think
I'm on my own.
In fact,
I know
I'm on my own.
I don't think
I've ever been
so alone
in my life.
My eyes
are filling
with tears,
but I don't want
to seem unbalanced
when,
and if,
someone opens
the door.
When
did I last cry?
I didn't cry
after
my universe
crumbled.
I didn't cry
when
I left my soul
at the gates
of hell.
But now,
standing here
in the early twilight,
in the cold air,
with seagulls squawking
above me
and the stars already
beginning to prick
the sky,
I want to cry
more than ever
have before.
GULPING BACK