Thomas Locicero

Alone

 

“The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single,

but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.”

― Charlotte Brontë

 

Some celebrate traveling through this life all alone,

Their eyes vexed by convexities in mirrors

Of a previous, younger life lived alone.

 

There is a burning fire that can be pulled from ice,

The separation of which melts the damned thing,

Like two, having become one, living alone.

 

Eve was made from the rib of sleeping Adam.

They were blind to the meaning of nakedness

But could see it was not good to be alone.

 

A gazelle gets disjointed from the herd.

It is precisely when she sees the volt of vultures

That she understands what it feels to be alone.

 

Cain, Cartaphilus, and The Flying Dutchman—

Each man condemned to wander the earth forever,

Though their paths will never cross; they must endure alone.

 

A soldier is voluntarily dismantled,

His limbs reattached to his brothers, comrades in arms,

Yet, each day twenty-two of them take their own lives, alone.

 

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It is courageous to want to be alone

and still want to be told you are not alone.

 

Imagine a warm bed and a cold body

or a cold bed and a warm body: alone.

 

The bullied wanders among ten thousand

and yet feels invisible and is alone.

 

Each of us can insist, “Call me Ishmael.”

We all have obsessions we must fight alone.

 

There are those who have found love while they were young,

too young to consider ending up alone.

 

Another senator’s son will serve stateside.

Let the sons of the poor fight the war alone.

 

Death is an appointment witnessed by angels.

Though it is lonely, who has died alone?

 

Jesus cried out, “Why have You forsaken Me?”

The Spirit left Him to die all alone.

 

Thomas Locicero’s most recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in vox poetica, Bindweed Magazine, Birmingham Arts Journal, Clockwise Cat, Snapdragon, felan, Red Savina Review, Abyss & Apex Magazine, The Avocet, Speculative 66, Lit.cat, Kestrel, The Beatnik Cowboy, Mused—the BellaOnline Literary Review, Loch Raven Review, The Wordsmith Journal Magazine, Heartland: Poems of Love, Resistance, and Solidarity; Sunset Liminal, The Poet’s Haven, and BoomerLitMag, among other journals. He lives in Broken Arrow, OK.