An everlasting moment of loneliness

It is weird, I can tell you, the feeling. Loving yourself like you have never any other being, being in love with yourself, and fighting and deceiving and giving and hugging, rewarding, even, like a best friend.  But suddenly you turn around, turn back and to the sides and look in front and there is nobody but you, there and only, standing or sitting, however you like it. 

At first you sigh, and your eyes water some, too, for you had forgotten that you were a single, a one.  You sit or stand and do nothing but wait, for a call, a prince or princess, maybe, why not a dragon, or maybe even a just a star: but the sky does not shine tonight.

Again, you stand or sit and the tears are warming up; you begin to feel the cold, the darkness. 

Yet somehow, someway, you get to feel yourself, too, and you shudder and wonder and continue to feel, your breath, your feet, your nose, your heartbeat, even.  You feel your life, right then and there, standing or sitting by itself, with nothing but itself.

You shudder one last time and then suddenly smile, for you can feel, and you pirouette and bow at such a life, close your eyes so silently, and then, do you? smile.

A dog barks at a cloud in the distance, and returns you to that world of the others.  But you now have that world of only yourself and you, and only maybe decide to stay there, standing or sitting, enjoying the everlasting moment of loneliness.