A silent presence, a whispered sigh,
Passed over by all that passes by.
No favorite person, no dear place,
Just an empty echo, a fading trace.
A heart that yearns, a soul that craves,
For love and bond, beyond the graves.
To be a first thought, a guiding star,
A beacon of hope, near or far.
But in the quiet, comfort's gained,
Peaceful solace, on hallowed ground.
No shattered hearts, no tears to shed
It was a soft exit from my bed,
A quiet resting-place is mine to get.
It's a wish to love, so I'll stay deep,
In sleep, where cherished one could keep
My heart, and take away the will.
A dream of connection so dear, to be
Someone's favorite, and ignite her fire.
I've been thinking about this a lot lately: What is human connection, anyway? It is just such a beautiful thing to see-to see how people light up when they are with the ones they love, to experience the depth of love. Most of the time, I find myself just looking in. I do feel lonely, of course, as I'm quite certain I'm far from the first thing someone thinks of, and certainly not the excitement of anyone's day. It's weird to be this silent presence in this effervescent sea of connections everywhere.
I would love to be somebody's favorite. I would love to be loved and cherished. How magnificent it would feel knowing that I mean so much to someone, that I have love inside me, deep down. I would love to know what it feels to be the first person someone thinks about when they wake up in the morning, to be able to bring comfort to them and a smile on their face.
