I go on for days thinking I am alone all alone not alone comfortable

I have done something said something reacted in some way

That has pushed you away alone.

I fear this is the last turning, that the energy will never return and I’ve played my final card.

As if a game were being played, not a life being lived.

Just one day, one instant, awakening.

You there, always, again.

Beauty.

Always.

Again.

Me.

I can get drunk on the wonder of one more day. Just being. Me.