31

I always feel alone on my birthday.
So I try to do something nice for myself.
Which always backfires.
Because I still feel alone.
And so I wonder –
Are we born alone?
So they say.
Ultimately we have only ourselves.
Yet we are all here –
Together.
Aren’t we?
Will we die alone?
I held my father’s hand.
But he left without me.
Alone.