The wonder

Is in the way I feel

Almost complete

When I wake up in the morning

When I turn the faucets on and nobody else is there to hear the sound of cold water
springing out from the tubes

When I pick out what to wear and nobody else is there to see the pile of unfolded clothes
because i just can't seem to choose

When I put all my stuff inside my bag and nobody else is there to see all the trinkets that add weight to my bag on my scoliotic back

When I silently, but not so, try to shut the door so I won't disturb you

When I try to walk as fast as I can so that I won't get late

When I try to concentrate on Your word and try not to fall asleep

When I could feel myself almost breaking down whenever I see families and people huddled together, with companions

When I could feel myself trying to hold back the tears because I left my handkerchief in the room

When, after that, I would have to choose a place to break my fast on my own and nobody is there to argue with me where to eat

When I look for a table for two, when in reality, I'm just looking for a small table for myself and for the cheap food that I am about to eat

And when I open my notes, there goes my heart, on a table that reminds me of my singularity

I wonder why I still feel complete.