it’s lonely in here
loneliness is hard
it’s frightening to think one
might always be alone. One
be alone forever
there are the window sounds
wall sounds
neighbors
how can we be close together
and not in one another’s arms?
the lucky people who have found
lovers grow spoiled & demanding.
From: Schiff, Harris, “[It’s lonely in here]” in Ploughshares, Vol. 1., No. 1 (1971), p. 25.
(https://www.jstor.org/stable/40347679)
Date: 1971
By: Harris Schiff (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 