oh, the irony, that even
loneliness brings people together
the darkness that divides
us from ourselves and the
treasures of our lives
and our hearts’ broken pumping
bleeds into one another.
I listen to your cry, friend, brother
and mine calls out, rises in return
seen, known, kin
wanderer, exiles on this earth, all.
I am less lonely in my loneliness
knowing another is too
and we are lonely together
and it is easier because of it.
I hang on your song’s every word
and when my own lips find the mike
to tremblingly sing my own
something like bravery ignites in my bones
believing in the worth of my own story
knowing you are listening.