“Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.”
– Germaine Greer
“Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.”
– May Sarton
Why write of love?
Why write of love?
You want it
Need it
Lost it
Found it
Or possibly
Have it
Though if you
Thought you’d found it
You might be too busy
Trying to hang on to it
Because if you loose It
Once again
You are alone
By yourself
Yet I have never been
As lonely as when
I was married
And love had nothing
To do with it
Bisous,
Léa