To think of you surcharged with
Loneliness. To hear your voice
Over the recorder say,
“Loneliness.” The word, the voice,
So full of it, and I, with
You away, so lost in it-
Lost in loneliness and pain,
Black and unendurable,
Thinking of you with every
Corpuscle of my flesh, in
Every instant of night
And day. O, my love, the times
We have forgotten love, and
Sat lonely beside each other.
We have eaten together,
Lonely behind our plates, we
Have hidden behind children,
We have slept together in
A lonely bed. Now my heart
Turns towards you, awake at last,
Penitent, lost in the last
Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk
To me. Break the black silence.
Speak of a tree full of leaves,
Of a flying bird, the new
Moon in the sunset, a poem,
A book, a person-all the
Casual healing speech
Of your resonant, quiet voice.
The word freedom. The word peace.
Marthe Lonely
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