I know what it’s like to be alone,
truly alone,
the kind of quiet that echoes in your soul
that claws at your skin
that crawls into your heart and drags in
it’s little friend sadness.
I know what it’s like to crave a touch
a look,
a smile,
a nod,
a conversation,
an embrace,
but…
there in none to be had
for you!
I know what it’s like to dread the cold silence
of your own space
to cringe at the reflection of your own face
day after day without another.
Alone,
Loneliness,
Longing,
Laborious and real.
Will I eventually lose the ability to feel?
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midnight:
beautiful