my eyes open again
to another morning where
solitude is still apparent
waiting for someone to follow
I meander pointlessly
one foot ahead
one behind
I know not where
nor do I know when
or if I ever shall
meet that incredible person
will I ever feel that ambition,
that drive to be close
to anyone ever again?
or will I forever look
to those stars shining above
wondering if they know
what I strive to understand?
exhaustion tempers my frayed existence
I was never meant to be solitary
yet I live a life of loneliness
willingly
waiting
hoping that I will find that one
that person whom I cannot forget
will not forget
and follow to the depths of mortality

© Johanna Fugitt 2017