Wednesday, January 10, 2018

For the loner.

Often overlooked, easily forgotten.
Sometimes it's a blessing, living in the shadows.
Sometimes it's a blessing to live out of the spotlight.
But that's only sometimes.

Often overlooked, easily forgotten.
When was the last time they thought of you?
Tasted your name on their tongue, or heard it in their ear?
They don't call. They don't need to.
Why call when they know?
Know that there's no use.
Know that there's no response coming.
Know that there's no plan to be had.

Often overlooked, easily forgotten.
Why don't they call again?
They should know.
Know that there's still love.
Know that there's still warmth.
Know that there's still yearning.
Yearning to connect, without a knowledge of "how."

Often overlooked, easily forgotten.
It can be hard, transforming "me" to "we."
What if you stumble?
What if you choke?
What if you realize that you are just as unworthy as they make you out to be?

Often overlooked, easily forgotten.
Maybe it's okay. Maybe you can get used to this.
Maybe you're better off in isolation.
No one can hurt you there.

Often overlooked, easily forgotten.

No. No. No.
Maybe it's not okay. Maybe you can't get used to this.
Maybe the isolation is the kiss of death, the last nail in the coffin.
You can hurt you there.

What if they remember?
What if they decide to call?
What if they do, and there's no response coming?

No. No. No.
They might know. Not understand, but know.
Know that there's still love.
Know that there's still warmth.
Know that there's still yearning.

No. No. No.

They do know. We all know.
Sometimes it's a blessing, being human.
Sometimes it's a blessing, knowing they've been there, too.




'Til next time,
Christina

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