There are common paths my mind travels upon,
certain slow, lonely longing meanders in the woods.
We all crave belonging. It’s a long life,
despite the years flashing past like
scenes from a speeding train window, blurring.
Well, we all travel anxious hallways some days,
searching for familiar faces and growing
terrified of being left and forgotten, unwanted.
Of ceasing to breathe on a cold city sidewalk,
passerby streaming by with not even a glance.
So on these winding paths, I must remember:
We are all alone and all afraid,
we all want to be loved,
and in this we are together.