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Loneliness She rises so early
With the first rays of life lifting over the edge of the world.
She then quietly drifts
Across the white tiled kitchen floor while avoiding the dry crumbs.
She explores perfect shelves
For her favorite blue cup with the small chip in the china.
She sits at the table
Savoring the silence in the gentle corners of her mind.
She steps in the shower
Letting the water soothe her muscles tired from the day before.
She cleanses her red hair
Studying the long lost strands swimming down the drain with the suds.
She sings to the walls
And the walls echo back with the words of some soulful love song.
She moves from the shower
Leaving behind lyrics that once filled her heart with tenderness.
She arrives just in time
To a task that does not know how to respect her true knowledge.
She offers her keen mind
But is kept down with the masses since she is somewhat older.
She still carries herself
With great pride in her skills, above all, patience and compassion.
She engenders each day
To shine smiles to people, solve problems, perhaps stop the rain.
She arrives home at night
Exhausted and disillusioned with the bur dons of her life.
She complains to no one
Since nobody is there to replenish her long spent feelings.
She turns on the music
To waylay the silence that sadly circles her wasted mind.
She rolls down the covers
Dream of loving a sweet lover in a field filled with clover.
She arises so early
With the first rays of life lifting over the edge of the world.
She then quietly drifts
Across the white tiled floor while avoiding the dry crumbs.
She explores perfect shelves
For her favorite green cup with the large crack down the left side.
She cries at the table
Breaking patterns that her life has recurred again and again.
06/28/01
Amy Riberdy
