“But being a stay-at-home mom was the loneliest kind of lonely, in which she was always and never by herself.”
Flight Behavior, Barbara Kingsolver
i am afraid
that the next step
will be my last one
across the curve of this planet
i rise above the ground
drifting
free from the bondage of gravity
because i have come to realize
loneliness is weightlessness
•
it has been years
since i felt a lover’s hands
heard an intimate’s sigh of longing
untouched and undesired
i have become immaterial
a living breathing visible ghost
and only one potion can cure
this weightlessness of loneliness
that sets me adrift and disengaged
the soft warm curve of your palm
and your finger tips seeking my hand
charging me heavy again with your love
•
loneliness is weightlessness
and then hopelessness
and then
rising dumbfounded
i listen
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