Isolation carves a rift
That seeks correction
In the form of the gift
Of connection,
A gift that we don’t often see
Until it’s what we’ve lost,
Carelessness and neglect the fee
And solitude the cost.
The seeds we once planted
With kindness and care
Were taken for granted
More often than air.

Yet after everything transpires,
We can’t accept being alone
We give in to our desires
To be more than on our own.
No part of our humanity
Is more true to our state
Than our need for community,
These bonds that we create.
Loneliness creates a void
That we attempt to fill
With substances that have destroyed
Those stronger than us, still
Exchanging our time with another’s
Shows us that the pull
To build community with others
Is what will make us full.