Lonely

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Lonely by Rebeca Ventura

i heard someone say, “we are alone in this world”

and i couldn’t help but wonder. how can one

believe that — when there is so much beauty

and love in this earthly creation of ours?

nobody can know you unless

you let them in. unless you make the bed.

there is the sunlight, and the birds.

there is a flower, on the edge of the world,

waiting for you to find it. there is an ocean,

and lakes and rivers and ponds.

and then there is the rain, because

god is saying sorry.

my cat cries when he’s alone,

and you can hear the tremble

through the hardwood floors.

the heavy footsteps falling on the

landing. the slip of the water faucet,

the sun and the moon dancing above,

looking over all of creation. life blossoming

under their very wings.

and then there’s the strike of the paintbrush,

the melancholy chords, the nature of a poem.

mother nature caressing our souls, the organ

playing hymns, the dollar pin from the flea market.

do you hear your blood in your veins?

stardust, dna, love, light, years, death.

flip the phone, take the call, cry for yourself,

there is loneliness. agonizing, painful loneliness.

but look around, open the window, and listen

to sky singing. we are lonely together.