Grabbing at your arms.
Pulling at your heart.
You aren't ready to go.
With whom would you leave?
One, beautiful beyond belief.
Another, Kinder than any else.
What is really needed is relief.
You can't do it by yourself.
Ol' reliable waits to approach,
But, the one you counted on failed you.
You found yourself stranded, lost.
Maybe it is not those who are pulling,
rather those who have yet to grasp your arm,
and be graced by your presence.
No decision needs to be made.
Loneliness may persist,
But oneday,
You will be lonely no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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