When aloneness makes a fist

 

 

Our lives are full of days we cannot recall

months we can hardly remember 

 

                                                                       yet some moments leave an impression

 

The scent of mothballs in your grandparent's house

after a funeral, sitting in a corner in your church clothes

listening to grownups talk about suffering

 

The night you burned your fingertips on a grill   

hair on your arm singed 

bad jokes about criminal immunity 

 

The tightness inside your chest 

When aloneness overwhelmed you 

clutching the part of you that hurt the most 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

^{title/inspiration from lostcauser}