Firestone Friday: Poem XI

Without your touch,

I forget my place.

And I find my world barren

absent your embrace.

Without you, I am lonely

with a loneliness that kills.

But with you, darling,

I’m lonelier still.

Thanksgiving Week: On Loneliness

Holidays are for many burdened souls

a “hollow daze,”

as the bright lights,

garish decorations,

and leviathan feasts

make them to recall

again

the empty chairs

and quiet corners.

 

(May you encounter an unanticipated peace this week.)

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