Two sensitive souls linked by loneliness
Hurting for love and acceptance
Best friends as kids, playing make believe
Music and stories were their languages
As they aged, they didn’t talk anymore
Different cities, crowds and drugs
She sought out Hollywood, pretending toughness
Weeping through crushed eyelashes
He lived in a tiny city on rolling hills
Walking their childhood streets gone mean
Serenading strangers, always on edge
Truth got muddled, reality slipping away
Her phone rang one night, he’s gone
His body was found, cold and alone
Her heart died, hands grasping empty space
Body crumbling over, gone mad with grief
She hated drugs but wished for
A temporary escape from the pain and hurt
To be a funny, whole, happy person
And not one of the dead’s leftovers
She kept seeing him everywhere
Sometimes it was the back of his head
Or roaming her dreams, nomadic
Awakening she felt the knife and remembered
Surely the process leads to healing
Assuming wholeness, wounds sealed shut
But to lose someone, means a gaping existence
Bumpy, bruised on the surface, broken inside.