Standing Alone

Two happinesses
my pair of green, lush
eyes that see
more than the eyes
of a killer
or maybe just more

down a street
you walk, you hold
yourself straight and stiff
with your red thoughts churning
looking at something
you won't let me see
I try to glimpse you

but
consumed is a better word
than want or need

after all that,
I am grateful for
just this, just this
simplicity that cannot be
duplicated

as I lay my head
where you cannot
come

just because I look
down
doesn't mean I'm not okay

I can still touch
what I hold
and see
what I am
and gasp
because I feel,
not because
you are there.