Wrote a poem for a friend, K, based on what he was feeling.
After much reading, I realised that I could somewhat relate to it too
& maybe you & her & him & some others.
Here goes...

On this lonesome night,
A heart that ached
While others asleep
He lay awake

He thought about life and love
And in between,
How it worked,
And what it meant to him

While others walked forward
He was two steps back
How he’d wish now
They’ll cut him some slack

Lost in translation
He seemed to be
Unknown destination
& the need to be free

Love brought some light
For an instance or two
Then love tore him up
Nothing left to pursue

What’s left of life
Of love, of him?
What’s left of this world
Other than its’ lucid dreams

TGND