by Steven Willy Rachlin 1/29/73
I am scared because I am alone.
Scared because I found you and you are the way I am.
I am scared I might still be alone.
Frightened by the darkness,
And the way that I first found you.
What does it all mean,
And how much of you is mine?
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I don't know why I need you.
It's not just our first meeting.
I needed you before that.
I never thought that it would happen.
You brought things I didn't ask for.
But now that i have taken,
I wonder if I 've lost.
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So now I sit not sure of
The future and its coming.
The Questions wait unanswered.
The road to you is calling.
I scream, but there is silence.
Not even echoes answer.
A sign says that I'm lonely.
It flashes on and off.
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The darkest night, the deepest river
Couldn't keep me if you called me.
I need someone to lean on me.
I want someone to help me.
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The pieces of the puzzle
Fall together when assembled
And they paint a pretty picture,
But the picture makes no sense.
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When you're lonely
Send your mind out
And mine will meet it softly.
We'll be driven into comfort,
I'll drag you down into silk shadows.
For I will never touch you,
It's our minds that will embrace.
If I never feel your lips again
At least I'll feel your thoughts
And see your face.
Touching can be beautiful,
But what we could have is better.
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So I'm scared and I am lonely
And unsure of what is coming
But I'm hopeful for the future
So I'll take what you will give me.
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As I stare into the starlight
And sip slowly at my wine,
There is darkness, there's confusion,
There is beauty and some rythmn,
And I ask myself this question:
How much of you, is mine?
1 comment:
This one is my favorites of your writing because it resonates with my thoughts about how truly little we know about one another; how much we come from behind our own eyes. How much of what I know about you is real and truly you and how much is my illusion of you, coming from my baggage and perception. Even when we connect with another how much are we still alone? How much of you is mine? None of another is mine in a belonging sense, as I don't believe we can ever own another being. So my question becomes how close can we come to truly connecting.
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