do you ever
just get that feeling
of firmly rooted loneliness?
the loneliness that you
felt slip away the day
that the one that you love
came home to say
"i'm here, i love you."
but it creeps up on you
in the middle of the night,
late in the afternoon,
and even just as the sun
is beginning to peek out.
it twists your love into fear,
and you push away all that
you hold dear,
despite the fact that
all you really want
is for someone to hold you.
all you really want
is for someone to show you
that you are, in fact,
not alone.
that you are, in fact,
important.
vital.
yet, no one seems to notice
your tired eyes.
your baggy clothes.
or the shaking.
you feel your whole world
shaking,
about to crumble,
because you can't hold
the weight of the world
on your insufficient shoulders
without the help of the one
that used to scare away
all of the monsters.
