Lonely

Lonely is not being alone.
It doubles down on itself in a crowd.

Lonely is not a single woman’s domain.
I’ve known two people bound in marriage,
living on separate islands.

Lonely is not a passing state.
It lingers long after you think it should.

Lonely can’t be placated with “there, there, now.”
It can’t be coaxed to a corner with treats.
You can’t take it to a bridge and throw it off.
You can’t escape it.

Lonely is something to be endured.
A lifetime of a sad sack,
separated from the one
who made her whole.

Lonely is my life
without you.