Love or Loneliness

There were times when I withdrew, and was lonely

In a bench I watched the ducks waddle wing on wing

And beaks nestle and plume

As the bread they break, is not tugged but fed on one then the other,

And they wait to fly when each other is fed

Just like any bird does; and just these doves

Spread their wings together, in the name of love

But I have things, that fill that love

The love I have not, The love I’ve drunk

Only made me more sick of love, than with

Is it a bout with loneliness I must trudge alone

Does loneliness lose its meaning if with someone

Does a kiss—kiss on another’s lips or left to its lithe

With not a feel for it, for loneliness can live without than, with

So they’ll spread their wings in the name of love

And fly with another, for that heart missing love

The love I have not, the love I’ve drunk

I see its

Only made me more sick of love, than with

Accept I this loneliness

And I shout lonely with a lovely blithe