(I) If Comfort Were a Room

I like the look of my room.

It is what I imagine Comfort to look like,

If Comfort were a room.

Especially when it is raining outside.

When the sky is dark & weeping & heavy.

It’s a secret guilty pleasure I have,

enjoying the rain.

But there’s a certain melancholic sadness in watching rain fall

like watching a grown man cry…

Not that I would ever take pleasure from that.

(Who would anyway?)

I take pleasure in ordinary & simple things,

like Loneliness.

Loneliness is a wonderful thing,

if you let it be.

Most people haven’t really realized this,

Which is okay because we are all learning.

You’ll get there somehow,

But only if you want to.