Lonely

Wild Flower
This Glorious Mess
Published in
1 min readMar 17, 2017

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It’s not that I can’t do this
I can do this,
I AM doing this.

It’s just these
lonely moments,
they creep up on me.

I’m searching
for conversation
within time zones
that do not match.

Here it comes
sitting on my right shoulder,
demanding my attention.

Expecting a light pat,
I raise my left arm
aiming for comfort,
instead it reaches
the middle of my back.

It is in this moment
I realize, I am in fact
hugging myself.

I sway,
back
and forth,
and back
and forth.

I am dreaming now,
I’m remembering
what it feels like
to rest my head
on the chest
of someone familiar.

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Jess is my real name. Writing from sandy shores in-between the chaos of life. Community worker by day and P o e t e s s all other times. Journey with me.