Solitude

And so I find strength
in solitude:
in the moments
home alone
before he returns
from work
or wherever...
I can be alone
just fine
it would seem...
I did it for years,
I can do it again,
and this single mother thing
is not quite so scary
as I had supposed...
Turns out I had
done it for years
without really knowing it.
Friends draw closer
in his absence
and the hole he left
begins to fill.

So I really
will
be ok
again.
I already am,
strange as that
may seem,
already am
OK
in my own way...