oh, the irony, that even

loneliness brings people together

the darkness that divides

us from ourselves and the

treasures of our lives

meld

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.