Thursday, 21 November 2019

"Leave my loneliness unbroken"

Self Contained

There used to be a man
who would sit here
on this bench
every day
gazing
at the view.
He was always alone.
He would stretch out his arms 
across the back of the bench
so that he filled it,
completed it.
Though he was
always alone
there never seemed space
for anyone else
he seemed complete
in his aloneness
whole.
So there were no conversations,
or even “good mornings”.
He didn’t seem to need them.
So we all passed by.
And now
we can sit there
with the view,
with his view
and wonder where he is.
And wonder if he is still alone.
And wonder if he is lonely.




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