the poetry of Charles Fry

14 November 1994

Lonely is

lonely is having a puppy dog that
loves you and runs with you and plays with you and licks your face
who is your best friend in the whole wide world
who falls through the ice into the river and
has to be carefully set in a wooden box
that you're looking at as it waits in a hole in the ground

lonely is moving to a new school
where you don't have even 1 friend to sit next to you as you swing
and there is no 1 in the hall ways to wave at you as you walk by
and during class you must sit in isolation
speaking rarely and always holding back so many tears
that finally escape as you hold your head tightly against your Teddy Bear

loneliness is knowing someone
who really cares and holds you tight and smiles at you
who you talk to and play with and love with all of your soul
who decides that it is best to take another road
and turns to leave and then starts walking away
as you lie cuddled on the road side staring at the pebbles

Copyright © 1994 Charles Fry