it’s a stupid kind of loneliness.
an intentional loneliness.
a stupid kind of intentional, confidently optimistic loneliness.
the loneliness of a browneyed boy
who has loved,
intensely,
and who was left alone. and now,
with faint remnants of scar tissue, is ready again.
but has decided to be extremely picky
so if it happens this time,
she’ll at least be worth remembering,
worth being sad over.
that is my loneliness.
the loneliness of the inside of the cheek,
when the facetious tongue has been removed for a moment
of solemnity or melancholy.
and, waiting patiently and politely, knows
that when the mirth and merriment and general geniality return,
the tongue will be there again.
and not necessarily my tongue.
Jackson Riley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/analysis-of-my-loneliness/
