chives

i'm pretty sure
i was a vulture in another life.
(it might explain the nose.)

sometimes when i read your words,
you sound indescribably lonely.

you never outright say it -
and sometimes i have to read really, really hard to see it,
because sometimes i don't know if you know it either.

but if you do,
i'm sorry.

and if you don't,
i'm sorry.

loneliness is a scary thing.

i wish i could reach out
without falling out of my tree.

(i'm so tired of being a tree with no branches.)

ah, as it all becomes clear.