From Squirms to Flutters

old poetry dump

Alone while your heart quickens,

I'm by myself again.

 

You get the fluttering of butterflies

In your stomach;

I get the squirming of caterpillars 

In my gut.

 

Alone while you're with her,

All by myself again.

 

You look ahead to a new and bright future

In her arms;

I try to remember what I'd ruined,

Still in my room.

 

Alone when you've found love.

I'm by myself again.

 

Alone.