My, oh my,
comes a time when...
only loneliness
can love you.
Sitting,
just sittin' on
an orange leather sofa.
"Great Room",
guess they call it.
I call it,
"The Chapel."
Music
Fireplace
Companions,
I have neglected.
Like me???
Such comfort
in the dancing,
flickering firelight.
Like a certain boy,
I used to know.
Thinkin' of
Feelin' for
a little love.
A companion.
I could touch.
We are all
so bereft
of touch.
Think I'll
find me
a shelter.
The eyes,
the pain endured,
when all seems lost.
I'll bring him home.
My beautiful new
wounded dog.
And we'll heal ourselves,
and live, and love,
and be...
free againe.
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