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The Worst Kind of Loneliness
by David GarnerI was in grad school. You were in undergrad.
I was your inspiration for the future. You were my reminder of the past.
We had lunch together when our schedules allowed.
Sometimes we would just grab a sandwich.
Other times we would order Chinese and take it back to Bryant Street.
Sometimes we just poured clam chowder out of a can and we'd share it.
And at night, I would always cook dinner.
You always did the laundry.
I held you close to me as we fell asleep.
But too much body heat always made me turn to the other side away from you.
Buttocks together, like touching hands, we slept.
But before we fell asleep, before I annoyed you with my probable snoring,
Sometimes my mind would not relax.
I would think that while this feels good, you and I,
I am somehow lonely.
Really lonely.
The worst kind of loneliness.
Being with someone, side by side, but more lonely than being alone.
The worst kind of loneliness.
I was somehow lonely.
Really lonely.
The worst kind of loneliness.
04/02/2008 Posted on 04/02/2008
Copyright © 2025 David Garner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/02/08 at 02:16 PM ...the 'other' of which you speak can't do much about what it is that needs healing...i know, i am this pome is so many ways...38yrs...a wonderful woman, wonderful daughter, wonderful grandson...YET, i know the meaning of existential and i wear it out on meself...so thanks for taking some heat off me by being a fellow-loneliness-er...welcome to the club, but david...still, ain't we happy?...good write, charlie |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/02/08 at 03:21 PM This could be a song. MFS |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 04/02/08 at 03:39 PM What a capture of a memory. This is so moving... to have wrapped up a relationship from the inside and acknowledged the trap we set for ourselves. I feel like I'm reading the middle of a novel. I don't like the way I feel because I understand it so well; but you really are a great writer! ~N |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/02/08 at 03:50 PM Loneliness, that feeling of somehow not being whole, something is missing, once recognized it remains that sickness unto death. And although you mind us of it we don't need the reminder. It comes to us even in a crowded room when everyone else is jolly and laughing and we laugh to just to make everyone believe we're there when in fact we are still trying to find that missing piece. And I know that missing piece! It is inside, I just can't put my finger on it. Really great wirte. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/02/08 at 04:09 PM I can relate... loneliness. Achingly portrayed. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/02/08 at 05:16 PM To have physical proximity, but to not feel that mingling that we are all hankering for...it is the toughest kind of lonliness. The honesty required to find relief can be as devastatingly brutal as living in the lonliness. God, I get this so much! |
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