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!
standing too close to the edge 