What does it mean to be alone?
To let the rain fall,
To be crushed by stars,
ground up into a fine paste,
splattered across the Universe.
So carefully scattered,
Like a finger painting all in black,
By a child who is too young to start school
But too old to wait another year.
Too old, she is told,
To spend her days lost,
With her imaginary friends,
The only kind she's ever known,
Save for the sweet golden friend
Who would lay at her feet,
All panting smiles and wagging tails,
But now gone, all the same.
So she sits alone,
Outside her apartment,
Letting the rain soak through,
Letting the stars crush her,
Will she always be alone?
