My wounds are not your wounds...

 

My wounds are not your wounds

Yet we are both wounded

Seems like we should be together there

But we’re not.

I reach out

You run away

I am left alone in my despair

Again and again and again.

The wailing begins inside,

tears slide hotly down my face in silence

I’m lonely and afraid

And you are lonely and afraid

So, we remain alone, far apart by each other’s side

That’s the worst kind of aloneness

When the one you love is always there

Untouchable across a chasm of solitude

Sometimes an arm stretches out,

I’m hoping it’s an offering

NO…hand up….stop

Don’t come near