A Writer's Guide to Falling in Love

I have spent far too many days alone, in my head
Ignoring the world as I wrote and I read.

So the choice is now mine
To make my life fine.

Music, while lovely, is not equal to a friend
But finding one like Levi is what's important in the end.

Coffee and smiles now take up my time
On him I write poetry, constructed in rhyme.

There is terror now, there is fear
And my not-priest is not here.

The longest car ride of my life
Why'd he refuse to share his strife?

I face my music, alone once again
But it's a different alone, one that's filled with memories of a friend.