There has never been a time
In the history of the world
When people have felt more alone
Than today.
That doesn't mean that we are
But it seems that way at times.
If you are alone,
Remember
That loneliness is shared
With those as lonley as ourselves.
Believe in the lonely somebodies
Who must share the yoke
You bear.
We are a clan you know -
A band of ones
Who long to love
But who instead
Must suffer.
But at least we suffer together.
I sit alone in my room
With each of you beside me.
What a comfort
It is to know
I'm not alone
Within my wretched solitude.
What a joy!
I almost touch you there,
Yes. There you are,
Looking back at me
From your solitary square.
Perhaps one day
We'll meet,
In the open air I think,
Where the bluebirds sing
And flit the wing
From branch to branch.
You won't say a thing
And neither will I
Except perhaps
From heart to heart
And even if our meeting
Is no more than a simple greeting,
I'll know you
As one of mine
And hold you close
Withing my mind.
You'll pat my knee
And we'll remember
Times when we
Were not so blessed
As we will be then.
In the meantime
At least
This poem we have,
A less romantic moonlight tryst
Between two lonelys,
You in your room
Me in mine
Until the time...
Until the time...
