Comfort in the chasm

I could say the things other people say

When loved ones happen to go away,

But mine is a different fear somehow.

Yes, it’s partly that they’ll never return;

But that’s  not exactly what I’m feeling now-

The yawning chasm of being alone.

It’s that one could come to learn

To be comfortable with its yawn.

There’s no telling what thoughts will do

When they’re not held and steadied by you.