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I Admit

I admit that I do miss being held;

As much as I miss doing the holding.

I do enjoy listening to another’s thoughts

As well as discussing what is happening.

The touching of minds gives almost as much

As the physical touching of each other.

The planning of a traveling times objective

Brings a smile for the trips speculation.

If one can not keep ones mind busy,

Loneliness  can make ones mind; stale.

I have spent close to sixty percent of my time,

Alone. Walking, shopping, planning, surviving.

Empathy is, at times, a terrible thing to  possess,

For feeling other peoples problems can deflect,

But not resolve the quirkiness of just being,

With one’s self all the time.

I will continue to keep my mind and eyes open,

As I may find a mind and body out in the world,

That enjoys talking, holding and jointly planning.

Perhaps, if this happens, Empathy will not be a hindrance

But lead one person to help another, with each other.

 

                                                                 Dan Gray

                                                                                       April 19, 2025

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I have lost my muse for much to long.

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