“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
Not In This Soup Alone 
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