gripping

I am coming to grips
with
solitude, in
this
way, at
least:
I expect to spend
the
rest
of my days alone.
Not without
friends, I hope; not
without family,
I hope;
not without
a
dog or even a
cat,
perchance.
Just alone.
It seems easier, that way,
to face up
to it
and
with it.