"What Part of Lonely Do You Understand?..."

This is about us all - every me, every you... every moment we ...are and were alone... chosen or not.  We live as we can - seldom as we want. @6

Lonliness is where you find it
...and just about any when -
moments where you know its touch
and others just ...ambushed again. @1

Its being when you have no choice
'cept holding so very tight
to those lil nothings never meant
to be held close every night. @2

It's the laughter that always hurts
because I wasn't good enough
to be anything more than me
...and me's are never good or enough. @3

Not everyone has the other
that gently holds you close
and fills your life with memories
and every night with ghosts... @4

When I taste the rain

I separate out my tears...

for the dreams that never were,

for each long and empty year;

then goes the ones for silly hopes -

all just butterflies held inside,

then last - the wishes I grasped so tight

as my stars so slowly died. @5

Sometimes its in the eyes
as they look out above the smile...
so many shadows of sighs flit by
as a soft wistful "hello" glistens.  @7

 

"What Part of Lonely Do You Understand?..."

Sunday morning -

the taste of coffee

chilly morning

sitting at the window

lost in the mists...

 

Monday eve -

echoes of footsteps

the sounds of silence

making dinner

leftovers...

Tuesday -

leaving the lights off

sitting there on the curb

watching the cars pass

empty fingers closing...

 

Wednesday afternoon -

raindrops through the leaves

unsplashed puddles

distant laughter

walking - just walking...

Thursday ~

gray winter sky

store windows

food court

...change from a Five.

 

Friday night -

music

line dancing

midnight
...watching the minute hand.

Saturday...
TV for the noise

telemarketers

Jehova's Witnesses...
the sound of keytops being pressed.

 

Breathing...

closing your eyes
dreaming

...waking up

tomorrow

 

...yesterdays.

 

Chris

 

 

Author's Note

After the title, the original poem, each line ...each one - is standalone

Chris

Reviews

[Renée]

Sunday...
Stopped in to read a favorite poet ( : all is quiet but the sound of french tip nails hitting keys...

[Chris]

Hi Renee... glad you paused.