Alone

As he moves
he bundles it up -
the flotsam, jetsam
of thoughts, letters,
photos, and the sleeve
from the t-shirt of a
good lover.
Old jewellery
and some gold jewellery
gets tangled up
amongst itself
He is reluctant
to relinquish
the bundles and tangles
scared that in doing
so a piece of himself
might also go missing
Like others, he seeks
someone who
will finally look, really see,
truly know, wholly love
what he has been,
what he is carrying,
who he is now,
and will accept and cherish
the bundles and tangles.
Turning the corner
along the street of
aloneness he
finally recognises
who that person is.
In the reflection
in the glass
on the other side
of the road
is a man
with a bundle of tangles