I Sit Alone

-I Sit Alone-
by Keaton Foster


A bench
A rose
All by myself
Love
Nowhere close
I sit alone
Notebook
In hand
Observation
My one plan
I see a world
Alive
I see people
Lovers
Kissing
And hugging
Smiling
Cynical the approach
But no doubt lying
Through their teeth
Playing a game
With themselves
And all else
Getting
What they desire
At least for a time
Until
What they desire
Untimely expires
Then it’s
On to the next
Oh the heck
A world full
Of jolted lovers
Always trying
To out best
What was before
She use to do this
He once did that
She kissed me so
He held me close
Really I loved her
And she loved me
But now we
Her and I
Are no more
But let our failure
Become destiny
As it pertains
To this new thing
That we
Insert stranger
Have right here
It makes me sick
I sit alone
My stomach turns
My wounded heart
Leaps from my chest
I want speak up
Not for them
But for true love
But as always
I remain silent
I sit alone
Exposed
Watching fools
Terrible stooges
Swearing allegiances
They have no intention
Of really keeping
Maybe there are some
But in my view
Never enough
The truest of loves
Is built upon
An unshakable mountain
It stands above
All things of value
All mounds of flesh
It is beyond desire
Beyond all that we
As humans could hope
To aspire
Even in the best case
I fear that we
Beings of surface
Creatures of sin
Could never even
Get remotely close
I sit alone
Because I must
Once
I truly loved another
And of course
I still do
She is gone
Taken from life
Wiped from the slate
By the grace of God
She is home
I’ll be with her again
But for now
There is just this
Deeper the wish
I sit alone
I observe others
As part of my penance
God is teaching me
A painful lesson
Maybe it’s patience
Maybe its commitment
Maybe he is testing
My solemn word
I’m just not sure
I sit alone
Watching what they do
Knowing that for most
What they think is love
Is simply not true
It couldn’t be
Because with such ease
They switch out
Change partners
Based of
Inconsequential desires
Something far less
Then their solemn word
Death did us part
And despite that
I still love her
What’s their excuse
I fear that neither I
Nor any of them
Know…



I Sit Alone
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.