Lonliness
Is
Texts not sent
To friends who were
Refuges of solace
Shields in the storm
That have slipped
Shattered
Scattered
Onto the floor
Lonliness
Is
A former community
chosen and built
Across moments
Years
Unstrung
Lights from
A withered
Christmas tree
Lonliness
Is
Ache
That wakes
Intruding
Into dreams
Sorrow and memories
Unrelenting
Leaving bed
To tend
To grief
Lonliness
Is
Doubting
Everything
Swirling
Stomach in knots
Questions
How and why
And who is left
But me
Out to sea
Port-less
Lonliness
Is
Lamenting
What is
Remembered
Unforgotten
Fingertips reaching
And yet
Touching
Only
The loss
Lonliness
Is
Unsent
Calls
Never come
Discarded
Unseated unsung
No invitations
Come
or go
Alone
But for ghosts
Of Christmas past
Lonliness
Is
These words
Written
Of what is lost
Could it be
A siren’s call
A forelorn lore
A deep sigh
That gathers
And May return to me
The hope of
What could yet be
The unknown
That could
Still come
Lonliness
Is
Tomorrow
Today
Sit with me
Across this space
Gaze upon
A lonely face
See within
Sorrowing eyes
A desire
That does not
Die
Love remains
In between
Leaves
A stain
A bruise
A kiss
Lonliness
Is
A Christmas tree