it has never bothered me
freedom of being
solitude of thinking
loneliness of breathing

it has never bothered me
loneliness has grown to be a friend
alone in a sea of voices
alone in a cave of emptiness
it is all the same
hollow, wanting, needing

it has never bothered me
as time goes by
the gaps between my fingers long for yours
the cold side of the bed yearns for your heat
the hole in my heart, yours to fill
until then, I’ll remain happily on my own
happily alone

it has never bothered me

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by the Magnetic Compass