Once

Once

Upon a time

There was a line

(A point moving in space,

That is.)

It decided to travel

Quite near to my pencil,

As I beared down

Carefully,

On the page.

It turned and curved and

Began and stopped,

(Never ending all-together,

That is.)

Then I decided it was

Finished, as I lifted

the pencil

Gently

Into the air.

(Time for another line to begin,

That is.)

It's easy to be

It's easy to be
lonely

at least lonely
keeps me
humble.

It's far more difficult
to be alone
and not know,

then it is to be
lonely and still know
you're not alone,

ever.

That breaks my heart--
but it must break
Your's more.

I'll sit in my
corner now and
repent, since

I'm never alone,
just delinquent.

Amen.