Lost Track
The acknowledgement
that you are
Alone.
Lonely in your own
body,
For as big as it is,
Flesh is not company.
For as unconditional
as mothers love
Can be
They,
For as holy as they
are,
Cannot fulfill your
desire
For inner company.
For as many lovers as
you might have
They,
As unholy as they get,
Will never fulfill
that whole hole that crumbles
Within your fingers.
For as many friends as
you may forgive
They,
As available as they
could get,
Shan’t see you
As a necessary
body-soul part.
Perhaps your own
gentle touch
Can
As harsh as it might
feel and sound
Comprehend
You and your own
Loneliness.
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