Written in 7/04

Loneliness

Loneliness is, really, such a sad affair.

I feel it in my bones,

creeping in, under my skin.

I hate the blueness of it.

The bluntness of it.

Bearing the brunt of a loss must be nearly

impossible.

I slip into an abyss

at a simple separation.

I feel I've lost my wits.

Loneliness has a virtuous side,

it's main ocupation is

anticipation

and only the softest

anguish.