LONELINESS KNOWS MY NAME
Loneliness knows
my name
He calls me
by my first name
He calls me
thrice per hour
And I answer
seven times per minute!
See how
weary I have grown
See how worn
out I now look
So sickly and
so sad
My throat
gone so dry and sour
My eyes
wander in the empty space
Waiting to hear
his call again
Ever ready
to scream my unending response!
Loneliness
refuses to forget my name
He even
remembers my maiden name
And never
fails to remind me whose daughter I am
He sits
still in my bed
And intermittently
says to me,
“Tonight,
your guest I shall be!”
Now the
night has come
I listened
so hard outside the my door
And so keenly
I strain my ears
Just to hear
mother’s call
Lo, it’s
still loneliness’ shrill voice I hear!
“Please let
me go,
I think I
heard my husband’s call”
Then he
smiled and said to me,
“Don’t worry
my dear;
I am the one that calls!”
