Setting of Lonely

Malady or Malarkey

or Best of Both

most likely

always Besides

Nodding knowingly

a kind of Grief

A Longing prolonged

never to be embraced

nor erased

Alone... One Day

You come to Notice

an Ache imposed

This Impotence

Yet awash in The Ocean

What a droplet feels

Merging from the river

Welcome to the sea

Lonely, My Disease

Setting in Stages

which ripen and deepen

My Lonely, My Kryptonite

I saw Him first

as fearful dread

which I fled

Desperately finding.

only unwanted places

and nonchalant faces

I saw Him again

as a Sacred Solace

an Eagles Nest

which I nestled into

Cuddling, My Lonely

Therein

I drew Him to Me

Wearing Him

A second Skin

Fitting so Perfectly

And He became

Just Lonely, My Friend

and each day We talk

but only pleasantries

Words are so unnecessary

Being with Lonely

Michael

26.06.2025