One

I feel very alone in this moment,



but before we assume we know the word lets push the dark clouds away, and pick the briers out of the lush grass.



There is nothing wrong with it, to feel your thoughts reverberate from the walls

hit and slide down like the freshly falling leaves

during that first day of autumn,

when the cold is cold enough to remind you that you're still here

and yet does not take you.



And, after all...

my guitar is best played when unheard,

and my voice sings out loudest when it is known

that no one is listening.



But,

yet,



There is that bitter powder in the bottom of the cup,

that nagging thought of how undeniably wonderful it would be,

like seeing the sunlight through the last drop of rain,

If it were that I had two eyes,

two hands,

ten fingers,

one mouth,



and yet knowing that there were two of us.

.