I think I have lost people in these poems.
I think I love to be un-alone.
I think I discover ghosts in my solitary zones.
I think I could never leave it all alone.

I think I think too much.
I think I should have eaten lunch.
I think I need a woman’s touch.
I think I should’ve had the date gone Dutch.

I think of the child I have not had.
I think of the children beloved
by their grandparents
but cannot depend on a mom or dad.
I think of being an educator
and what I can add.
I think of those compassionate spirits
making this world a little less mad.

 
 
© 2016 from Art Cure: un-alone in poetry by Mario Gabriel Adame