If…

If Lonesome spent time with Lonely

Might there be a breakthrough,

A revelation possible,

Even if only ethereal?

One such meeting took place

Isolation having lost its comfort,

Sent Lonesome headlong into headwinds

Of its fear.

So familiar,

These inclement surroundings,

The ghost of the loved one,

The fragrance of her essence

Forever swirling its inclement lorn,

Like a fleeting kindness toward the forsaken.

Lonely’s childlike innocence

Echoes its need for Lonesome to allow wings

Of chance to be Lonely’s own mistakes,

To grow from freefall

Into soft landings

Of compassionate understanding,

Encompassing strength of being.

The coldness of weathered storms

Warm as Lonesome

Remains still

Giving Lonely its space

Without interference.

If…

If only Lonely

Makes the finish line,

To discover that being a champion of self-reliance

Can be a frightening place of choice,

Often lured behind fail-safe’s solitary walls

Where Lonesome—the elder statesman of life’s experience—returns

From its sojourn of melancholia

To remain steadfast

As an only child leading a secluded life

May be preordained,

A lesson,

A pre-cursor

To better beginnings…

Coming

An aloneness with so much

Togetherness of the past,

If…