I believe I enjoy delusion rather than my solitude.
You were the one to assuage my fear of myself.
You rocked me – held me against the the constant buffeting
waves of my insecurities.
I dreamt last night that you held me.
Half awake, I felt your warmth
in the comforter of my dorm bed.
I’ll reconsider this foolish notion
that we mean anything to each other.
I have faith in myself to stand alone,
enveloped in the darkness of night,
and not need the moonlight.
But sometimes, I can’t help but think of yesterday
or how the wolf howls at the moon.
To & From the Void 