The Lonely

See how the lonely lingers,
poised to overcome,
awaiting the holy moment
when a tired heart succumbs
to weariness from fighting,
her company to keep
and finding shallow springs
where she longs to drink
deeply by a word, a touch,
the warmth of skin, of breath –
the life of presence present
that scareth off the death.

~ by merylherr on December 9, 2010.