There is a specific sadness, a collective loneliness that presses me
Through my thick blankets, these insulated walls, I feel it call for you and for me
Its like repeatedly walking through a ghost
The ghost of lovers lost, of children taken to soon, of decades of silent suffering
A scream from behind the grave that is distant yet still ringing in this room…
This cold chill cuts me, right at the chest
Boring a hold into my fragile skin, past my consciousness and into yours
Even in this lovers bed in the throws of it all I am utterly alone
A gloved hand and a hand in mine can feel the same
Lonely and strange
We are haunted by the isolating pain collectively in these veins
I sit in a hospital bed where your loved one died
I remain in pain but I get to be alive
And I will obsess over a death too many try to avoid
Ironically drowning in pains tears that aren’t even mine to hold
These selfish thoughts sit at my feet and are fed with every painful heart beat
I wish the ghosts could talk to me, tell me whats on the other side
Tell me to mourn, not for them but for me