If loneliness
had a texture,
it would be sandpaper.
It scratches
against your mind
and leaves you raw.
If loneliness
had a color,
it would be gray.
Blue is too reminiscent
of sunny skies;
gray is the shade
of an overcast heart.
If loneliness
had a taste,
it would be bittersweet.
There’s a certain
sour quality to it
that lingers.
But nothing is sweeter
than the hope of
something better to come.