Alone may be best.
Because with someone,
while there may be,
A hand for the empty times,
A smile for the sad times,
A hug for the cold times,
A touch for the numb times,
A kiss for the distant times,
A kind word for the cruel times,
A letter for the wordless times,
A joke for the teary times,
A hope for better times.
If you lose that someone,
What becomes of you in the
Empty,
Sad,
Cold,
Numb,
Distant,
Cruel,
Wordless,
Teary,
Times?
Where once you had a
Hand to hold,
A smile to see,
A hug to return,
A touch to feel,
A kiss to taste,
A kind word to hear,
A letter to read,
A joke to laugh,
A hope to do them all again?
What happens when you lose what you had?
Are the times all the more bitter?
Are the sad times sadder?
The numb times number?
The teary times unbridled?
When once you had a sunshine in the cloud?
Is it best then,
To leave the smiles and jokes and hopes,
Alone?
If your water is bitter,
Is it better or worse to mix it with sugar,
If the sugar will soon dwindle?
Are the times better or worse alone?
Alone may be best.
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PoetryLife is a mess, yet an intricate tapestry. It isn't something to create or discover or anything marketable like that. It is merely to live and prone to change. Strange how sometimes the only thing we can bear to hear this news from is a poem.
