I am not lonely.
No.
Lonely,
I
am not.
It’s merely
this listless love
that will not become
and not becoming
still is.
It’s the tears of
could-have-been
that hollow out
the emptiness,
my Emptiness,
which I embrace,
which silent,
expectant,
awaits
Fulfilment.
© Cate Kimberley and Word and Affect, 2013
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