Wedged In

“We begin to identify with Winnie the Pooh who is ‘wedged in with great tightness’.” G. T.

Loneliness

Somewhere between longing
And belonging
I find myself alone
Listening for the phone
But I wait
I wait
In the silent rooms

Somewhere between home
And a strange land
I stand
and listen for a breath
A word or a laugh
But there are no echos
Only my footsteps down the hall

Somewhere between what was
And what will be
I dream of a past
That didn’t last
I try to live contentedly
In the now
Some way, somehow

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