Originally published Tuesday, 21 May 2019.
Your fingers envelope
my palm,
crunch of
pebble on pavement,
–—exhale.
Loneliness is greedy,
gulping air thick
and silent.
How does it work,
my being
with you and
yet needing
needing other
companionship too?
A friend who loves you
who loves me who loves you
who loves me who loves you
who loves me
who loves me.
I am not okay here,
my lungs
compressing,
my mouth
gasping in
this static void
love me
love me
where you are not.
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