Loneliness
I am looking at you
You are looking at me
But we don’t see each other
You are a moving target
And I am not sure
If I am aiming in your direction
I hold your hand
You rest your head on my shoulder
And I can’t feel your touch
You open your mouth
I nod and smile
But I can no more hear you
Than you can feel my heartbeat
The music playing in the background
Has drifted to the foreground
And flooded the crevices
Of my forlorn soul
To remind me once more
That all I really want
Is to know someone
And to be known in return
But you are reading me
Like a newspaper article
About the price of tomatoes
Tomorrow the stars
Will be aligned differently
And you will not remember
How to spell my name
And I will continue to cry out
Without uttering a sound
©2008 Dosia McKay
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3 comments on “Loneliness”
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What a beautiful poem. We just want to be known and cannot completely.
Such a sad and melancholy poem……
of unrequited love
Both pensive and beautiful at once.
I dig the emptiness that you paint here, hollow and almost despicable; reading someone like a newspaper ad, familiar, discarded…Yass, all in the name of a dying love. Pain is the muse.
Awesome work
Bindo