She knew something of longing
The ache of the soul at 2 am
The tears that well up unbidden
In the corners of eyes
Pain in the chest as if something
Or someone
Was squeezing the heart
Or pressing downward
Making it hard to breath
Yes, she knew something of longing
That sense that something
Indefinable
Unnamed
Was missing
A person
A place
A thing
A part of the soul
She was never sure
Yes, she knew something of longing
The loneliness
The isolation
Whether alone or surrounded
In a crowd
Never being fully seen
Never being fully heard
Perhaps longing she thought
Was the search for the pair of eyes
On a city street, a book store, a coffee shop
Who looked into the deepest, darkest corners
Of a person, of a heart, of a soul
With knowing, understanding
With compassion, acceptance
And didn’t look away
She knew something of longing
Brave & Reckless 
All I can say is…you nailed it. *Sigh*.
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Thank you– glad it resonated.
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A powerful write. You are a writing machine. I can so relate to this piece. Well done!
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Thank you Rob! Work has been closed for the last ten days. Back to regularly scheduled programming very soon. Trying to write as much as I can now.
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Well you certainly are being prolific. I can’t keep up! Don’t foget, you have my email and number of you need an ear
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Thank you. And you know that I immediately programmed your number into my phone!
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Well ok that’s only good if you use it, even to text hello👍
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Truth.
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Been there too 💔
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Sucks, doesn’t it?
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Aah …that feeling ! 🙂
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One I have known well the last year.
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The best words tumble out of feelings most deeply felt….and that’s sometimes the curse that bleeds a symphony through the writers pen!
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“bleeds a symphony through the writers pen”– how beautifully phrased!
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She knew the longing too… But thankfully no longer! Lovely piece.
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Thank you!
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