Reply to a Lonely Soul
Thought about what you need, then
Thought about offering a reply, then
Thought it might be insensitive
Perhaps a little rash
Adding itch to a rash
Knowing there could be wrath
Repaid with a cynical bath
Of “love me. Love me. Love me!”
Suds of soapy sympathy
Failing to clean gentle apathy
Driving a force of entropy
That would make me the next entry
In your diary of lonely
What if envyings.
I was there once so I understand
But life is not simply
Who is crawling into bed with you
And when.
Surprises come when you stop searching
Letting go to let it happen
Only then will you cease to be lonely.