Wrapped in grayish melancholy,
blanketed with matted gloom,
you consciously hook and drag down
the sunniest days.
You were born lonely,
not an acquired condition created
by some circumstance-
ongoing, pushing forward
into my time, my climate.
Filling endless potholes of neediness
is labor intensive-
Brighter days abound and bless us,
but withstanding your glum exterior
I fight the urge to melt into it.
So just be lonely then,
but leave me out of it.
Rising phoenix from daily ash
I soar alone, never lonely.
You stay behind, earthbound.
Claudia Lowery
November 23, 2008
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