Together
A Meditation on Loneliness
I sit.
Water glances my window(s)
touches with tender
With
a bit
Just a bit.
of god in each drop
Each whole.
I touch the stream of water
The faucet
That old
That familiar
cold.
The water runs
wildly
Down my hand,
Wrist, and
Arm.
It is backwards veins
It carries no life.
No code.
There sits in my mind an idea.
It is prehistoric.
It is so clear.
It sits in me and does not move.
I cannot tolerate it, but tolerate it is all I do.
I cannot say the idea.
I cannot whisper it in the ear of nothing or something
for fear of
.
.
..
How could one put into words
what it is
to have no words.
what it is
to have no voice.
what it is
To be so unspeakably alone.
Unspeakable because
unspeaking is what it is.
We sit together.
But there is no together.
that is what
that is why
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About the Creator
Aoife McAndless-Davis
I like writing about the experiences of young LGBTQIA+ people. And maybe some other stuff too. Pronouns: they/them
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