lonely poems

I wish I had someone I could call without feeling guilty.
Someone I could tell about my day,
about the annoying rubric change,
about the weird things going on in my head,
the poems I’m thinking about writing
    
and they would listen and care
and tell me about how their cat has gone
to throwing up in their shoes,
and the way the fall leaves make them feel,
about how hard it’s been lately.
      
We could both share, and feel heard
we could both listen, and feel understood.
   
I just want a connection
that doesn’t feel one sided.
—  J.H.
I just hope that one day
I’ll be able to look into your eyes
and feel nothing
Rather than the pain of acknowledging
That I can never call you mine.
—  L.M