Alone

Alone.
I am bereft.

Haunted by shadows
of expectations
who abandon me
with their silences.

The whiskers and softness
of the future
slinks, quiet as a whisper,
near my ankles
purring and reminding me
that the longer I live

the more I must find comfort
in my own company;
love what I know
is living in trembling
just under my skin.