my alone

how simple,

but sublime –

to smile,

when sharing space,

inside your – you,

with lonely,

and afraid.

how –

em-pathetically –

courageous!

if only eyes could see the – feel,

distinguish between – superfluous,

and real,

then maybe – matter – would return…

surely there is nothing,

imagined,

nor real –

more lonely than the absence of touch…

you whisper your goodbye –

i scream –

my alone!