I find comfort in lonelyness
where there is no one to fight
no one to fear
no theatrical expressions of love
peering over phone screens
pretending to be precent


I find comfort in lonelyness
where books sing like radios
and pictures are still
but move something in me
something holding on
refusing to die


I find comfort in lonelyness
where I can cry
but choose not
because the silence
is too precious to break


I find comfort in lonelyness
but I can't find
where I am



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