I’m calling you because
I could really use a friend.
(Yet I don’t call, and
we don’t speak.)
Was my invitation lost in the mail?
Is this an intentional bruising
with silence?
This – not the first time –
caught in a tangle of loss and longing;
trapped in the hollows where
shadows surround me.
I crumble under the weight of
cancellations, and
one sad history that
was meant for two parts.
I know more people, yet
have less people to call
when I’m dangerously empty.
This opening heart wants
a change of season and
the saddest thing
I can say right now is
not something,
but nothing.
gosh i hear this.
yes.
Michelle said it all…tender, raw and so beautiful.
so much here that is tender and raw. and beautiful.
beautiful words!
beautiful x.
words that speak volumes to own tender heart…xo
Beautifully sad…I have felt this, and you expressed it perfectly.