Am I lonely, in love, or both?
I’ve always been alone, but
not lonely until you.
I can feel the quiet getting
louder. The air starts to mix
and move in anticipation.
I’m trying to feel the memory
of your breath close to me, to
feel your lips a breath away.
It seems that our love like the
memory of your breath, so
uniquely fresh and sweet was
frozen in a vacuum of time until
now because I wasn’t able—in my
youth, abuse stole love from me.
My whole life I’ve been standing
alone in a crowd waiting for the
train that would never come.
But the power and sweetness of
your love is like the rush of a NYC
subway train barreling through.
An express train passing by that
doesn’t stop, shaking my solitude
letting me know that I have loved
and been loved after all.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)