Desolate

Desolate

Connections weakened
Tethers emancipated
Reciprocity Ghosted
Association seeming to fade

Alone and loneliness are not the same
Singular and silent may be bedfellows
Doubt can grow in the absence of contact
Scouting for what seems to have been lost

When laid wide open we are unprotected
Any blow taken will hit hard
Self-preservation re-suits the armour
The path back home is taken with care

I can’t assume

          I can’t guess

                     I can’t read minds

                               I won’t ask

Do you really know me?
Can you not see I need reassurance?
It was not me that left, remember…
I am in the waiting room of significance

I question whether you can see past yourself to see me?
I question whether you can feel anything outside your own emotions?
I question whether you just assume I’m ok?
I question when I truly wish I didn’t need to…

Without these answers I am unknowing
Without these questions you seem ignorant
These questions will not come from me
For if you do not see me, then what had, we have no more!

Desolate

© Iain Merchant 2020