Solitude's Embrace / Alone, Not Lonely

The busy city streets, cars honking,
The sky is pretty, and here I am,
In solitude, bathing in quiet beauty unseen.

I ponder at times
About friends and family,
All the other things I could be doing,
Yet solitudes embrace is somehow peaceful.

Just me, my thoughts,
And the music—
Being alone is a phase
Where hope springs from nothingness,

And I learn to love myself,
Discovering new, enjoyable places,
Knowing that I am okay on my own—
Just me,

And the journey of finding "me."

I could not pick a name for this poem soo

I picked both.