My face reflected in the mirror.
The lines etched in my skin.
Showing all the worry and strain I carry with me.
I see loneliness.
I am afraid of that.
This life I lead is not what I hoped for.
Loneliness pervades
seeps in.
Love is waiting inside
bursting to come forth.
Craving touch
connection.
All around me the world keeps moving.
Leaving me jostled and bruised.
Skin against skin
bringing warmth
connection.
A reflection of possibilities
if but I can reach them.
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