it is the i in we <br />that has attached like epoxy, <br />indistinguishable like <br />pinch of salt to water <br /> <br />sugar to milk and <br />xanor to beer <br /> <br />tonight i will be alone <br />sitting on a chair facing the outline of the hills <br />light fading out <br />until what i see is only the flickering stars <br />above a sea of darkness <br /> <br />i will feel the chill of the cold night <br />a silk of mist hovering over my skin <br /> <br />it is the i, away from you and the we dissolving finally <br />decanting the i, <br />purifying the i in me <br /> <br />soon, i must learn this trick <br />of being one with me <br /> <br />in the darkness, in the cold, <br />i keep myself warm.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/practicing-loneliness/
