The Worth of Sense

It's funny how you don't realize how alone you are until someone new enters your life and then abruptly vanishes -- that is when you recognize what you have been missing.

numb to the cold by Hobson’s choice, frigid

thorns prick my spine with callous indifference.

unwavering chills to trail my course and

never to meet my own resistance.

in a singular case of awe and chance

may I feel the heat of another’s breath

but upon its farewell the pricks do deepen

and the fleeting warmth only swells perception.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Nicki]

Wow! You're a brilliant poet, I loved this poem! It flows so well and is just such a beautiful assembly of words!

[Misery]

Delicately chosen words of reacquainting ourselves with our own forgotten loneliness.
Sad but also moving. Nicely done, dear poet.