Single

 


long days
and nights
surround
the loneliness
of
empty arms.

 


i hear
the
haunting music
of
a pas de deux,
but
know that
i must
dance
a solo,
nonetheless.

 


the space
around me
is devoid
of
human
touch...

 


it laughs
with
mocking bitterness
at my
solitary state...

 


it jeers
noisily
at the
hollow echoes
in the
vacant chambers
of
my barren life.

 


frosted tears
trickle
down
transparent dreams,
as life's
lilting melody
taunts me,
cruelly,
in this
gaping
solitude.

 

 

Liana Brittain
July 31, 2002