Loneliness comes in all kinds of forms and is
caused by any number of reasons but regardless of the background behind it the
feeling always remains the same.
On the dock
There
is no beauty in this surfeit
of emotion, no destiny in the cold
abandon of lonely shore,
my arms crossing into signs that
might someday form their own language,
a thumb and index finger brought
together joined into a partial wave that
reminds me of a ferry passing out of dock,
its wind tugging at the collars of my jacket,
flinging my tears out behind me where
you won’t see them,
suffice to say I think I’ll miss you.
of emotion, no destiny in the cold
abandon of lonely shore,
my arms crossing into signs that
might someday form their own language,
a thumb and index finger brought
together joined into a partial wave that
reminds me of a ferry passing out of dock,
its wind tugging at the collars of my jacket,
flinging my tears out behind me where
you won’t see them,
suffice to say I think I’ll miss you.
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