ALONE

i ride home on a tiger

made of cheese;

yellow and striped with black mold

and when i am there

i am not alone.

Anguish and Grief

are my companions

Together

we talk for hours 

about stupid stuff

like me and chivalry

and the way an autumn moon

brushes across your face.

Together 

we mourn the days of life

that are past,

a menagerie of pain

and misunderstanding -

But as memories flood my mind,

a kaleidoscope of bitterness,

i must not allow 

my soul to grow numb

for when i do

my friends are gone

and i am alone.