Fretless

I do not speak when I am alone
Lest I spoil the sweetness
I relish vacant homes and empty streets
Morning runs when the neighborhood is asleep
Hearing, smelling, and feeling textures
An exquisite dessert of chocolate and cream
Where spoons are optional but always discouraged
Worries cast aside like weekday junk mail
Fly off the balcony as printed paper airplanes
Nobody to impress, nothing to prove
Everyone to forget, all things to wonder
But sometimes you wonder alone by yourself
How much better alone would be
Alone with someone else.


Photo by Josh Thomas @ http://www.flickr.com/photos/abracadaverr/