Introvert

I am accepting my true introvert and also accepting that I may be living alone for a year, which I have never done before. This poem, I hope reminds me I do not always need company to be happy.

Introvert


I find my home
deep within the pages
of a well kept book.
Each word is a
conversation
with a long lost friend.

There is no better
place in the world than
on my lumpy couch
with my lumpy cat
upon my lap.
We mutually enjoy
the quiet.

I can watch TV
alone in a little house
with a modest dinner
I cooked for myself
and laugh or cry
without needing anyone
to hear.

Therefore, there is no cause
to worry or fret
for me. I live
alone in peace
and will seek out
company
when I so wish.