ssssssshhhhuuuussssh

a thousand
whispers.
and
none
say my name.
so i return
to an unfamiliar place,
comforted by
nostalgia
and loss.

Truth’s
audacity
breaks my heart,
and trembles my bones.
Love’s myopic gaze
riddles me with pain unrelenting.

and
then
i see

me.
weathered
resilient and,
tired

of
solitude.
comes awareness
and wary curmudgeoness.

in the dark
we are free
and
not alone.

together with me
i can see.
and we skip,
and stroll,
my soul-ache and
me.