Is It Him

you miss or having someone to talk to? It could be
the concept of someone there every day, someone who
recognizes you as a person and reaches out to you with
their own needs unfulfilled. Is it him

or something novel and exciting that moves through you
as a chill on a bitter cold day, stirring the leaves into dancing
in a cyclone with  the each breeze that passes its way. Picked up off the ground and swirled into a lover’s waltz. Is it him

or your own loneliness that keeps you stuck, has you
crestfallen? Have you built him up in your mind, though you
should have known better? As a child with a stack of blocks, one more added, and they all topple off.