Panacea

He waits, expectantly, by the door,
Loneliness, that unwelcome boor
And speaks gently, through the mist
“Are you sure, I haven’t been missed?”

Images engulf me – of loneliness, myself and me
He advances; an old sign of empathy…
“I’m not alone now, so why are you here?”
“Not alone don’t mean you’re not lonely.”

I almost let him in: loneliness that sneaky fiend
But the mist, it clears, and from within,
You emerge, fighting the mist and my fears
And I’m so grateful, baby, that you're here.

Questions

Did I rush you into things?
Skew your judgment and thinking
Point out rainbows you didn’t see,
And ask you to trust me?
Did I push in head first,
When I thought my heart’d burst?
And would you still be here with me,
If I lived up in a tree?
Be scared that we would fall,
If we slept up on a wall?
Did you ever realize fear,
Rhymes perfectly with bee?
Here’s something I couldn’t ask Fred,
Do you think we need more bread?