The magic of standing alone

The pull of loneliness
Brings my index finger
Dangerously close to “send”

But memories of that suffocating feeling
Tethered to a being
Who cannot even see me
Swings me back to “delete”

And I am anchored here
Solid in solitude
Appreciating the pang
For what it unleashes

Leah R Chatterjee

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