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I Prefer the Loneliness
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So many empty face I have seen, Or are they only reflections Of what I want to see? For your eyes seem alive, seeking, loving But still hidden. Are the shells that separate us impregnable? Those eyes tell the story of love shared And the pain that followed. Mine, I’m sure, hide emotions I have known. I work very hard at disguising my loneliness. But in you I once again can see life And loving and pain. The pain is necessary, but I fear it. I tremble when I touch you Fearing you will turn away. I tremble when we speak Fearing you will think me a fool. Why can’t I forget those fears So you may explore my thoughts, My feelings, my body, Allowing us to come together in love, Forgetting loneliness. But I can’t take another rejection Of my naked self. So, it seems, I prefer the loneliness. Oh, God, help me. |
| He did. I still prefer the loneliness on my 76th birthday as well as when this was written on my 24th |