Alone Tonight

another work in progress

 

I am alone tonight.

No broken lovers to snuggle up against only after they’ve fallen asleep.

 

I am alone tonight.

No lonely boys who need me, my voice, my words.

 

I am alone tonight.

 

No poker parties.

No one stopping by.

 

I am alone tonight.

 

No snuggles.

No cuddles.

No comforting phone calls or chats.

 

No kiss and hug goodnight.

No one next to me in my cold bed.

 

I am alone again tonight.

How many more to go?

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

This poem intrigues me in an archetypal way.

The voice of the poet seems to be straddling the fence between "lonely," and "aloneness" -- the latter of which is spiritually "all-one-ness" as in the Spirit-Mind of God, as the inherent deep identity of all relatively unconscious beings.

Yes, I know I'm stretching parameters here; it's the central paradox and irony of the word "alone."

You well know bad company is finally worse than no company, and we can no longer pretend we miss the un-missable. Good company can only be those beginning to understand this core paradox/irony delineation, as this is classic, vis-a-vis troubled egoity and foundational spiritual intelligence.

It's frickin' Christmas Eve, so I offer this consideration in the Spirit of understanding.

Your poem is stark and smart, and I hope the aloneness in it embraces the dignity of self-respect.

Deepest meanings of Holiday Cheer to you.