she has no one to talk to

everyone and no one telling her to carry on

 

she has no one who listens

everyone and no one warming to a woman’s song

 

she has no one in spite of

digging a path to her heart

she has no one 

 

the lost dog in her says listen to me listen to me

he returns again and again 

checking in with her pain

at every lonesome bend in the road

 

your mother never really loved you

she did not love herself

your father loved you in hazy confusion

he could not love himself or that ill-fated union

 

she has no one to talk to again

once the dog has gone

she picks up the bone and sails into the sun

she returns to her story and she carries on

 

nyc 6.17.21