It's rough...being alone. I find it hard to sooth myself, to comfort myself. There seems no substitute for skin, warmth, touch, gentle conversation cheek to cheek, hand extended from yourself onto/into the landscape of another. But I have to learn. And no one does...without first this kind of loneliness.
((Hugs)) ....which you can't feel at all...can ya? Sucks.
Okay, I'll stay ;-)
ReplyDeletesmiles....i would rather stay there forever with her...but sadly duty often calls me away from it...
ReplyDeleteExquisite!
ReplyDeletemakes me think of that song...please don't go, don't go, don't go away...felt longing for a life spent with her..
ReplyDeleteIt's rough...being alone. I find it hard to sooth myself, to comfort myself. There seems no substitute for skin, warmth, touch, gentle conversation cheek to cheek, hand extended from yourself onto/into the landscape of another. But I have to learn. And no one does...without first this kind of loneliness.
ReplyDelete((Hugs)) ....which you can't feel at all...can ya? Sucks.
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteLover's plea... love that!
ReplyDeleteWell, since you put it so beautifully... Okay!
ReplyDeleteRaw and vulnerable - wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteAwww...I bet she'd stay if you showed her this poem. How could s/he (?) resist?
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