Posted on May 2, 2010 in Depression Journals & Notebooks Loneliness
Once in your life someone came to you when you had this ache like a brass cauliflower that weighs you down now. When she spoke to you, the heavy flowerets parted and — in its place — bliss was injected.
Fool that you are, you wait around whenever the mace strikes you and crave that feeling of release that company brings one more time.
Loneliness Catechism
Why didn’t you come over to me?
You looked like you wanted to be alone.
It’s when I have that look that I most want company.