Lonely Girl,  poetry,  writing


Somehow I always felt you close

Sensed a truth, a knowing

Like a knot

Unraveling in the dark indentations

Of my lonely self

Are you there… bashful soul?

What is this sigh

That yearns beneath my breath

That lurks at the edge of my hopeless whisper

Is it you, Silence?

Is it your whisper… that I long to hear

Is it your stillness that I had turned away from

Is it your flesh

That I must now

Reveal my naked self to

Are you the one that I yearn to kiss?