I Don't Believe That It's a Failure

I crossed the entire US continent and then the whole of the Atlantic Ocean with an empty seat next to me that should have been filled. Then I sat in the dark of Wembley Arena still with that empty seat at my side. A piano started and everyone rose to their feet. A solo spotlight rained down on Will Young as he stood atop a music box. Will was as still as a statue and on top of a pedestal that slowly rotated and made me think of that spinning ballerina music box my sisters’ owned that I was infatuated with. I am here. I made it. Should not be alone but I am. I am amazed and trying to remember to breath. That is it Will - that is exactly what I want - exactly what I tried to make, but failed. I look down at that vacant seat. The sound of it's lacking is louder than Will can sing. The lights come on and we filter out of the arena and on to a train. My nemesis of an unused seat continues to trail me. I am walking now. Earl's court is still buzzing and I am glad to be standing with no seats to be harassing me. The night is damp and noisy but I hear Will.
"I don't believe that it's a failure
I don't believe that it's a fault
Cause if everything were plain sailing
Oh tell me -- what would there be left to resolve"
I see a bench and sit down willingly to be taunted again by my empty fellow traveler.
I did this. I was here. I am glad albeit bittersweet.
"I want an all time love
To find me"