Lonely like a cracked nut, tender meat broken open in the sun

Lonely like the white noise of a still house whirring through green dreams of night

Lonely like the owner of,

A heart

A human

An “I should have known better”

Lonely like the cold blue water of the Delaware

River flowing on, mindless as me to have met your state, so unexpectedly, on Philly’s “Big Bus Tour”

Lonely like the me, who still page-turns still with hope (and fear)