Oct. 9, 2018

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.


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