What could loneliness have to say
to the joyfulness of the park, on a sweet summer's day?
When the sun's sweet caress rolled over your skin,
and the gentle warmth revealed how life can begin.
How could
emptiness come to stay
in the energy of a meeting, on a full diary day?
While glad faces swayed and laughed all around,
their voices so merry as inhibition was drowned.
When did unhappiness seize the chance
to penetrate your inner thoughts, in its crucial advance?
Perhaps through the boycott of an unspoken word,
or the silent containment of sighs never heard.