friends and lovers

i know i’m not alone
because i wrap myself
in your stories
in the words that you
each and every one of you
utters, whispers, shouts
speaks in my direction
so that they fall upon
my ears are drums
that repeat the rhythms
of your experiences
tattooing them into my brain
so i know that i am not alone
when i get washed overboard
by the waves and waves
of reality crashing about
when the storms of activity
pelt me with raining troubles
blowing me over with joys
i know that i am not alone
because i hear tales
of how you, too, had these happen
and this keeps me warm
until the sun rises again
and my heart burns fires
on its own once again