To Be Alone

I go to the city

To be alone…

Distraction

Calling me away

From myself

Isolating my

Memory

Burying my

Thoughts

In endless concrete

Passing 1000 people

Never meeting

One

Never meeting

One

Who will tell me

About myself

Never meeting

One

Who will tell me

What is real

Never meeting

One

Who will ask the question

Why

In my darkest

Most confused

Moments

I go to the city

—to be alone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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