Yesterday, on my way to therapy, I walked past the little shopping center near the office.
Everything is hearts and “love is in the air” but what I saw felt different.
Almost Valentine’s Day
Almost Valentine’s Day
and the lonely souls wander
the small shopping center
like prayers with no altar.
One man stumbles toward the liquor store
another exits, older,
paper bag folded tight around his arm
as if it might hold him back together.
Companionship waits inside
lined up in glass curves
dark and gleaming
all willing
to offer warmth for a price.
No roses.
No cards.
Just the romance of a bottle’s body
whispering
you’re never too old
to feel something.
Lines Between Living 
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