Longing (reimagined)

she knew something of longing
that soul ache
aroused without warning
tears that well up unbidden
phantom hand squeezing
her heart
her lungs
leaving her robbed of breath
she knew something of longing
that indefinable
endless need
for something
she knew something of longing
depthless loneliness
whether alone
or surrounded by a crowd
never fully seen
never fully heard
never truly revealed
perhaps she sought
curious eyes of a stranger
on the city street
in the bookstore
the coffee shop
that would look into
her deepest
darkest
corners
and choose
not
to look away. . .

 

© 2017 Revised 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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