The last one siting at the table in a busy place,
Full of loneliness but no way of communicating my need for contact
the words get lost and I am overwhelmed.
I want to go back to my bed
back to my safety
back to my warmth and familiarity.
Comfort to me is silence
a cup of homemade soup
watching the rain pound the Earth
time is comfort.
How can I be so lonely but crave to be alone?
I need more time
But when time is limitless
I'm uneasy
Hold me,
But don't touch me.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
The last one siting at the table in a busy place,
Full of loneliness but no way of communicating my need for contact
the words get lost and I am overwhelmed.
I want to go back to my bed
back to my safety
back to my warmth and familiarity.
Comfort to me is silence
a cup of homemade soup
watching the rain pound the Earth
time is comfort.
How can I be so lonely but crave to be alone?
I need more time
But when time is limitless
I'm uneasy
Hold me,
But don't touch me.
a poor heart's lament from a cold and quiet cafe, many moons ago