The Island

I am not independent
I am an island
Who needs tiny boats
Tiny ones, mind you
To float ashore, every once in a while
To stay for some time,
To indulge me,
To talk throughout the night
And not forget me,
The island shaped, lonely human
The very next day.
No.
I do not demand your affection
I do not demand that you anchor down
I do not demand your pity or sympathy
Just visit, every once in a while.
For even the smallest ocean can be overwhelming.
It tries to jump on you from every side,
Trying to make you forget yourself,
Trying to swallow you…
I need you there, to calm me,
To tell me that I can make it.
I am not independent.
All I have is memories,
Memories that are fast fading into the shadows.
Clutching at nostalgia,
I lie in wait for our next momentous rendezvous.