She Came.

There was a moment when she said, "I'd rather be alone than fill my life with pointless relationships that will never go anywhere." Looking around the room she then turned back to the floor. "I don't want to give myself up to fill my legs, I would rather fill my mind." Sighing she laid on the bed, the room was still spinning, but she knew that her decision would keep her pillows dry.

"Why string someone along? Why waste the moment?" Her eyes raised higher and upwards. "What type of dichotomy is it really when you have no say in anything?" She looked through the closet door, her eyes burned and blurred by the overhead light. "I just want more for myself and to feel more for myself."

"Tonight isn't a night to make an abundance of excuses for you, tonight is the night when I'm alone and I am." She held her hand out, but there would be no embrace on the other side, nor did she long for one. "Why does society say you must find someone to make you whole? What kind of person were you for those 26 odd years prior to meeting this polyman, were you just in waiting then not really living life...are you codependent before you even meet?"

Each question she muttered slowly to herself her fingers tracing through her hair not waiting for someone, not waiting for something...not waiting.