I do not like to be alone
for it does not get a lone time winging and praying for the end of the sun and moon –
speaking in tongues does not make up for it –
it does not give away the error of the wend from the end.
I will be the One and Only who understands the loneliness of the kiss and tell.
I will be a long time winner but the end is too nigh for the end to be sure of.
I want to be them what isn’t the house marker
and them what isn’t the mane of the when and the where.
What it says is that I am too lonely to make sense.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016