Solitude

It’s a sad reality

we cling to now.

 

The sounds of the city

heaving through the day

wallow in their distances, their

corrupting solitudes.

 

I have trained my ears

not to heed their cries

but

my heart

still listens

through the day,

despite all the length between us,

no matter the doom that binds us

to ourselves.

06/16/2014

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