once i realized i couldn’t be
you or you
or you or you,
i was left with me,
a type of lonely i wasn’t acquainted with,
a type of alone i had to learn to love.
i despised it at first,
my jealous eyes scavaged the sea
for something i could replicate
in order to feel whole.
but each time i sent the line out,
i reeled it back to find my hands empty.
that is what i felt,
when i had to be by myself.
i accepted my own solitude,
not so painfully,
i embraced who i found.