Alone and Together
Sometimes
Alone with no one
but this one being, a self
I weep, deep nothingness
owning my pettiness, attention
to zero, insignificance.
Together with another
particular other, you too
I lustfully bathe in, take in
my grandeur, relationships
to infinity, uniqueness.
Sometimes
Alone, beaming ecstatic
in my private party, sole
celebration I indulge, deeply
own my growing greatness
in improvised importance.
Together, intimately lonely
with whomever, you
and everyone, no ones
wrapped in self-rapture
I possess my nothingness.
So
I am.
By Lynne A. McNamara
Published by International Women's Writing Guild (IWWG) in Write Forward: A Constellation of Voices (Sept. 15, 2025)
