Loneliness begins at arms length
and continues into time away
crescendos in a dark room
with the hotel light flashing
vacancy, vacancy, vacancy
outside all night.
Yes, it is a vacancy after all
when the "love" is no longer enough
and the laughter quit long ago
as the walks grew shorter
and quiet like a church on
Tuesday morning.
So desire wanes into acceptance
that this is all there is
and nothing can cure loneliness,
not the booze or drugs or whatever,
so you quit and find a certain
hollow emptiness...
and it fills you, that emptiness,
with bitterness, grief and hate...
but you never say a word
because it’s not proper
it's not ok to tell them
how you feel.
Copyright ©2019 Tim Geoghegan, all rights reserved.
Cheers!
Whoa, that’s a dark and gloomy one, Tim. Maybe a warning would be good. Something like, “don’t read this in the dark in the middle of winter before coffee.” You know, nothing too specific.
Yes, well… It happened pretty suddenly… and it was late.