Eh! You, yes, you!
I've got questions to ask. What can you do for freedom?
What do you call loneliness?

When no one cuddles you and wakes you up in the morning,
No gentle kiss on the forehead,
No shared leftovers,
Is it loneliness or freedom?

The silence is spreading.
A dropped pin echoes through the room.
Fear intrudes on your mind at night.
No one to hold, no one to soothe.

Words are too heavy for the heart to carry.
But there's no one to listen.
The coffee mug remains untouched.
The cookie was unbreakable and unshared.

Is it loneliness or freedom?
The bed remains unrumpled.
The sofa stares back, empty and new brand.
A lottery win, a bottle of wine,
But there is no one to celebrate with.

The daily routine repeats,
solitary existence.
Just you and your mind
Is this freedom, or am I lonely?

Laughter echoes, a haunting sound.
Perhaps I need a pet, not a human body.

#Marixbell
#notapoet