I recently saw a stranger online saying that there’s two kinds of loneliness.
She said there’s loneliness of being without someone. That’s the kind most think about or mean when they hear or use that word, and it’s certainly not a good feeling.
She went on to say that there’s another kind of loneliness…
Night air in late spring
My thoughts drift to nearby friends
Now feeling so far
(Stream of consciousness foolishness, as sleep begins creeping in.)
…
I need to write
I need to breathe deeply
I need to inhale your calm peace
So I can exhale all this fear in exchange
…
Stepping beyond the familiar woods
From where I stand on the rocky cliffside
I can see him, there, out in the dark water…
For you who holds my hands in one of your own
While holding a gentle mirror before me with the other
…
The drugs eased, but still
My heart rate slowed to a new low and sleep returned
This time dreaming of the return of a long lost friend
…
Songs can really rewind us.
The end feels already written
But is it merely ink on paper, or etched in stone?
Delicate, easily torn
Hidden in our thoughts
So much love must remain
Unseen and unheard
Silent confessions
These, too, fated to be lost
Alone in the dark
I curl myself tight
In my recovery bed
Finding comfort here
This tiny, soft space
Like a child’s old blanket
Where I seek healing
So many friends
Stunned to be somehow one of them
I find myself on guard
Having learned them to be ephemeral
Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly
Evaporating into the vapid hollow space
Where my love echoes, no longer heard
By any but me
February 12, 2025, 10:40 p.m.