I'll Come Running

Alone I am harshly introspective

and afraid. 

I can't do this loneliness

for too long.

The tide is coming in.

Let's talk about

everything

we will never be able to do.

Let's declare we are not alright,

and that's ok.

Let's stick it to the man,

because it all seems to be 

fruitless anyway.

Let's make up

stories 

for improvised constellations.

We can name them 

beautiful floral things

and lay in the cold grass

and listen to the

immensely silent winter

as it begins to bear down.