A Memory

I remember that night that I had traveled to my families farm. I arrived in the in the pitch black of a hot July night. I turn off the lights to my car, and look out at the field and lose my breath. I climb a gravel pile, and watch the hay flow like the sea in a gentle breeze, and as I look at the clear summer sky I see the the field of stars that screams it's glory in the heavens. I look across the field and see the fireflies mimic the stars in their own beauty. It was all so peaceful, cleansing. I began to cry. At first for joy of the moment, then in the sadness of that I was there alone . Just as I have always been. I cried on the gravel pile watching the silent symphony of nature course a beautiful path across the world, and only the stars and insects observed my tears. I thought "I am strong! I am independent! I am a good man!
I am alone. . .
People have always hurt me, and I know one day I will find someone, when will that day happen? Today?