Alone With Myself
Sometimes I feel so alone,
I can feel my soul
trying to claw its way through my skin.
My mind wanders to places
it shouldn’t be, contemplates mortality,
better places,
adrift with romance and love;
softer spaces alight with touch.
Touch...
touch me, please,
feel me, know me, love me.
it hurts, this empty space,
this echo chamber that is my life now devoid...
of fingertips
and hands,
lips and glands.
I’ve almost forgotten what quiet moments
filled up with soft whispers,
and softer smiles,
longing looks,
and nervous giggles,
excited caresses,
...and lustful longing...
Feels, tastes, smells, and looks like.
Have I drifted to the space,
wandered into the place in my life
wherein my soul no longer wants to be a part of ME?
Am I...
Is this..
Me now?
My life without
A meaningful other?
2017
