Loneliness:
Looks like a person sitting at a bus stop.
Feels like a room full of people that don’t talk to you.
Looks like a person sitting at a bus stop.
Feels like a room full of people that don’t talk to you.
Tastes like a cold
dinner.
Sounds like a T.V.
playing in the background of an empty room.
Smells like the air, just
before it rains.
Joy:
Looks like the grinning, five-year-old
niece, who’s been looking out the window, waiting for your car to drive up.
Feels like getting your
homework-paper returned, with an ‘A’ on it.
Tastes like Godiva’s
white-chocolate-raspberry ice cream.
Sounds like your favorite
basketball team making the winning point at the buzzer.
Smells like the kitchen
of the little old lady who bakes, whom you’ve lived next door to since you were
three years old.
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