Lonely
I thought we had found it;
that elusive 'it', but I
glimpse and it is gone again.
Held for an instant then lost,
slipping from my grasp
then tumbling into memory's abyss.
Back to harsh reality; garish,
abrasive, sore, insensitive;
a distant vision of a tender kiss.
As you return to your selfishness
I am alone again; made lonely
in the emptiness of longing.
Belonging yet separate somehow.
Some things never change so
perhaps we shouldn't try?
Perhaps the tenderness and
love I seek, will be saved
for our 'goodbye'?
Copyright © Helen J Radford | Year Posted 2010
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