I am alone...not completely alone. I am with someone who I love, yet I feel all alone. I love him like a father, or brother....i love him as an indentured servant comes to love her master. I care for him, yet my heart...that part of spirit that loves, passions, desires,....is far away, waiting for another, on the windowsill of the home he left. So here am I...all alone...wishing on a dream.
