Without Company

H Alone

I cannot hear anything
Well I wouldn’t say
Anything. I hear the
Fan, all the wind it
Blows. And the tapping
Noise. Solitude would be
Perfect if it was
Without the tapping
Noise. And without the
Fan, that I hear, it
Blows air at me,
Around me. It is
Great being alone
Until. I notice
No one else is
Wanting to be here.
Only with God I am
Heath.

2002