being alone is a heart-opening thing
and the solitary self comes alive when alone,
yet the yearning of lonely brings bitter-sweet tears
that fall on a cheek with a splash and a sting.
the bitter turns sweet when a spine feels the comb
of fingertips intent on opening the heart,
yet the yearning of lonely brings tears for fears,
and that solitary self plays a part.
My response to day 14 of NaPoWriMo 2016: write a san san