I feel lonely but I’m not alone

I’m on a living, breathing Earth. It is alive, as am I.

I am alive, even when I feel lonely.
And I feel that aching in my chest- it calls to me,
asks me to caress- the feeling, creaking in my bones-
of having a place to call my home.

But it’s silly when I open my eyes-
see the birds and the trees and the sky-
see my cat, who loves me so,
even if just for the food and the home-
home is what I can always provide,
not found in a person or the illusion of a life-
home is with me in my heart,
this is my place and it’s where I belong.

So I’ll tell that to the feeling in my chest-
that home is not a place but the love held in my breast.
It’s with me always for me to see-
that I am loved for eternity!