We're All Alone

we spread our seeds
like dandelions

except those seeds
aren't seeds
but words,
words and thought and dreams,
laughs and shouts and glances and
tongue-clicks and winks
and the butterflies
in your stomach

have nowhere else to go

so we take handfuls of ourselves
and cast them
unto the air

and then we cry
when there is nowhere
for them to land

(damn right we should)