sloetry

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

Sitting uncertain and afraid
Longing for solid ground
All my best plans laid
Bare, rendered mute, no sound
Fear unchained:
distilled,
pure,
concentrated.