Loneliness is a question mark,
not an answer.
It asks me to stay open.
I wait, yes,
but I also grow.
Hope stretches quietly;
It learns my posture.
Longing trains my eyes,
Sighing clears the chest,
Watching teaches attention.
Enduring builds gentle strength.
Time is not an enemy
It is a corridor, and
Footsteps echo eventually.
I plant faith in minutes.
Even tired nights pass.
Absence becomes preparation.
My heart practices welcome.
I trust the unseen
I rehearse joy,
Loneliness loosens its grip.
It was a season.
Not a sentence.
I feel the door warming,
Someone is on the way.
©®Madhumita
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