day one hundred fifty-seven: the color lonely.

why couldn't lonely
be a color instead of a feeling?
no easier to describe to someone
who is blind
but easier to understand
because it's there alive and holdable
if there were a lonely colored crayon
i would hold it in my hand
and feel the roundness and the smoothness
and the papery-ness of the wrappings
and i'd use it, abuse it,
maybe even break it
and sharpen it
and it wouldn't hurt me
but lonely...
lonely can't be held
constantly wisps of it trailing
just out of reach
so you can see lonely
and feel lonely
but it's impossible to catch
to hold, to touch, because to truly
understand lonely,
would be to accept that you are
and refuse to be lonely
anymore.