The girl who says she’s lonely
stares out of cyberspace at me.

Those who stand furthest from the wall,
won'’t understand how good its feels
to have the stones behind your back.

I empathize with her. Dark hair
cascading around her face,
reminds me of someone long ago -
someone who I could not love.

But she professes she's lonely …
so I look into those big brown eyes
and I see a big question mark.

Those who stand furthest from the wall
won’t have the will to question
what is solid and what is false -

But I do.



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