It All Began With A Word
I never understood much about loneliness;
why it often made old people sorry;
it usually appeared as mist of ghostliness;
making some feel like a quarry.
What is so desperate about loneliness;
when left with a void in our life;
with unending waves of emptiness;
it stabs our soul like a knife.
Suddenly, it seems, we cannot remember;
the day, the month, or the year;
thinking it’s September; when it’s November;
forgetfulness leads to fear.
Why can’t we, just pull ourselves together;
instead of forgetting where we are;
sometimes, getting dressed, takes forever;
our life becomes strange and bizarre.
It seems so different; the world we once knew;
many old neighbors had moved away;
changes keep coming; and before it’s all through;
we’ll have forgotten every yesterday.
All the stores are different; and yet, the same;
tho clerks, inside them, retired or died;
many stores, reopened, under a new name;
and yet, were the same store, inside.
I feel like a ghost walking yesterday’s street;
reality just seems so absurd;
I relished successes, and cried in defeat;
it all began with a Word.
Monty 2.23.26. # 3,189