Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Comfort in the chasm

I could say the things other people say
When loved ones happen to go away,
But mine is a different fear somehow.
Yes, it’s partly that they’ll never return;
But that’s  not exactly what I’m feeling now-
The yawning chasm of being alone.
It’s that one could come to learn
To be comfortable with its yawn.
There’s no telling what thoughts will do
When they’re not held and steadied by you.

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