Someone we all know.


The light falls
I am making time
I bring her coffee, lukewarm
and notebooks, and pens
I bring her rooms, empty
except for me and my thoughts
I bring her my dreams
but she cares nothing
for dreams

I have fallen
for loneliness
her coldness
the way she wraps around me
in my darkest moments
even in crowds
how intimate
her whispers
her sighs
in public places
on subways
at parties
she behaves the worst
making me silent

Only when Iím with you
does she release me
slip away
to tarry with someone else
when Iím with you
I forget her
I forget my loneliness

Then youíre gone
and I go back to my mistress
in this room
in my heart
I find her there.

© 2007 Anne Westlund

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Written on 2007-02-06 at 00:49

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Does my waterbaby need a bath? :) (((hugs)))

superbly expressed!