Loneliness

Sometimes loneliness is not a poverty of love,
a great love lost,
nor the absence of companionship

Yet the heart whimpers 
as the persistent disquiet gnaws deep canyons of despair
A heart too big to fill with all the love it has to give

When by myself, I’m happier than most lonely people
and mostly lonely in the company of others

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