Alone
“Alone, you are alone,” you say.
Appearance bears you out today,
for it is I, alone, who stands,
without your heart, without your hands.
Yet you think I am in deep straits,
because I hold a love that waits.
Do you not fear more for your own?
You think it strong, encased in stone?
I know your heart, that golden pool,
so warm and bright, I’d be a fool
to tell you it’s a better way,
to hide it in the cloying clay.
Don’t trap it lest it one day be,
bound within, eternally.
23 January 2016
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