Side By Side But Alone Poem by William Jackson

I often fret over the solitude of existence.
How I wish I knew what you were thinking.
How I wish you knew my thoughts!
Despite the embrace, the commingling of lips and hips,
You and I are alone.

Words matter!
Language matters!

And while you say, 'Actions speak louder than words,
words are everything to me, and your silence-;
it might as well be a club to the back of the head.

I have grown tired of trying to convince you of my affection,
for my words have never been disingenuous;
it is cruel for you to have doubted me.

Still, you are right that we lack an emotional connection.
Tonight, like so many others, we rest side by side but alone!