My friend
from this distance
I cannot give you
a shoulder
against which to lean
And my friend
from this distance
I cannot give you
a hand
to clasp for warmth
Alas, my friend
from this distance
all I can give you
are words
saying you are not alone
So, know:
you are not alone.
from this distance
I cannot give you
a shoulder
against which to lean
And my friend
from this distance
I cannot give you
a hand
to clasp for warmth
Alas, my friend
from this distance
all I can give you
are words
saying you are not alone
So, know:
you are not alone.
Comments
from this end,
where the coffee’s cold
and my inbox has become a kind of psychological architecture
I read you.
And my friend,
from this Wi-Fi-fractured precipice
of whatever late-capitalist suburbia we’ve all agreed to call ‘normal,’
I attempt
in good faith
to respond.
1/2
these few lines, shaped in your direction
your voice has crossed the distance
and something in me eased.
So thank you, my friend,
for reaching when you didn’t have to.
It mattered. More than I expected.
And because of you,
I don’t feel alone.
#poem #connection #mutualrecognition