You are lonely.
I am lonely.
And we stay lonely.

Who made that rule
Who holds us there?
Do we get a reward
for this suffering?

Or have we,
by staying lonely
created a space between
Where a callous can grow
And some plaque can form
Breaking the bond we have
so we can do nothing more
Than stay lonely
For each other.

~ cj 2011.02.07

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