"profound loneliness"
Though I understand the sentiment
I cannot help but laugh at the idea of
"profound loneliness"
The idea that my missing you is poetic
meaningful
even remarkable
When in reality it feels like a cruel and pathetic thing
How small I feel now without your presence
How desperately I crave to be back in your arms
Even if your paws were around my neck in a chokehold
It was your chokehold. it was ours.
Of course, this is all made more small, more pathetic
Knowing that as much as I hate to admit it, you're not gone
You're here, you're always here.
You are hidden in the echo of every soundwave
And under my breath of every curse I mutter
Every step I take is either one step closer to you or one step desperately further from you
Even outside of my personal paranoid delusion I see you around
The coffee shop, the library, the barbecue
You're always there, just not there with me
Though I understand the sentiment
I cannot help but laugh at the idea of
"profound loneliness"
.. but I wrote a poem about it, didn't I?
perhaps there is really some truth to those words