Completely Alone

From our first breath through our independence

Our parents know us better than any,

They discern our voice, it's distinct cadence,

By sight they sift us out from the many.

Intimately we're known by later loves

Who peer into our hearts like none before,

They see our desires, what we're made of,

They know our weaknesses, these paramours.

But who is it they see behind the mask

When we ourselves don't even understand?

"Why did I do that?" we will often ask;

Coming to know ourselves - that is human.

So even when we're surrounded by our own

We're utterly and completely alone.

October 2015