I was thinking of getting a new tattoo,
I’d like to think it’s not because of you.
I was thinking of getting the word solitude.

I like my own palette of hues.
It was only after I was tangled up with you
that things turned a slanted blue.

Solitude comes from sōl
and in Latin, sōl means the sun.
For us on Earth, there’s only one.

But there’s a universe of stars, each one with its own name.

Maybe on a different planet, with people approximating you and me,
there’s two or three suns, if you catch what I mean.
Then solitude isn’t the same thing.

Anyway, for all these suns, there is some dark;
I don’t know that I’d change my lighting for a momentary spark.

Now that I think about it, sōl sounds wrong,
when I imagine all the planets I could stand on.

But, it’s not loneliness that I’m after,
and solitude just doesn’t make sense.
So, maybe it’s just best
I put the thought of this tattoo to rest,
with these thoughts on paper better kept.