poetry diary

You stood out from the crowd only slightly,
and the fear of loneliness came to me
and said “you cannot go”.

You waved, and held your hand to me. I cried,
but said nothing, enveloped in my fear.
The seasons passed us by.

It was warm in the crowd at first, I felt,
and the superficial kindnesses built
some semblance of loving.

Until I discovered the way to love
must pass through loneliness first; that dull fear
destroyed by true lovers.

It’s a long time since you waved, and the space
where you were is lost now, in the cold crowd.
It’s my turn to stand out.

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Submitted to Poets United.