Sunday
I went to Mass today
because I should it being Sunday
after all. The priest spoke about commitments
and how we need them. They are much better
than keeping your options open. I know
that he was talking to me, because at twenty-three
I have nothing to call my own. And sure,
there are moments of sadness. However,
he can't know the freedom
of having no one to call my name
in the dead of night. Not even you.
Because loneliness, after all, is a supreme
form of freedom.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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