Loneliness. . .

as sad
as death,

or even more. . .

a restlessness,

and underlying
lack of comfort,

while being
in this single moment,
in this single breath,

that to be
in company–
with just anyone,
or some one very special–
of all things,
would be the best.

That may be so,
in which case
to seek out
and find a friend,
and connect in harmony
would put that
bloody loneliness
straight to an end. .

But, if it doesn’t,
it just might be
it’s not so much
another being from humanity
you need,

But to find,
and tend
and revel in

in exactly
your own style,
and exactly
at your speed.

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