Ok on my own

I have. 

I am. 

I am in comfort with myself. 

In my own soul I am familiar. 

I don't need someone 

To come in and scare away

The ghosts in the closet of

My heart. 

I call them by name 

and know them well. 

I do fine standing on my

Own two feet

But, oh,

To dance. 

Slow and swaying,

My breathe next

To theirs. 

That smile in the morning of

Oh, hello there you. 

That hand

Reaching for mine,

Just as I thought I'd have to

Carry it all alone

Again. 

That's it I feel

Deep in my gut. 

It's the longing that strikes

In those certain phrases

Of certain songs

In the car when

I was sure my mind was

On something else

Entirely.