"I suppose I feel lonely because I have no one,"
I have the temptation to say,
But it is not true that I have no one,
Merely that I do not yet have one,
One person to align his soul with mine,
To journey, to rhyme,
To immerse in his cursive,
Rehearse his verse,
and celebrate his mind.
There’s a desert somewhere
Held captive in a night,
Cold, indigo, deceptive,
Underneath stars white as death, and
The one I do not yet have and I are holding hands,
Safe and happy because we are stronger than we are hungry,
Braver than we are cold,
In love more than we are lost.