I AM LONELY

Behold the hour groweth late and yet none doth knock upon the door of mine heart. I sit cloacked in silence as the wind doth whispereth secrets to the trees, but Lo, none whispereth back to me. I dwell on solitude. By the heavens where be the fellowship of yore? Where be the laughter the touch? The sacred sharing of snacks in thine darkest hour. Dost no soul see this majestic figure robbed in yearning? I say it plainly and full of thunder.I am lonely. Let the heavens tremble with this cry and may the next soul who entereth bring snacks and perhaps stay a while.😞😞 The cactus...