• 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?