The Toll of Travel

My mom is always asking if we are lonely or sad. To freak her out I wrote this.

Lonely

Not scary, crying lonely
Not depressed, horrid lonely
Not lonely like Pluto in space
But just “meh’ lonely
Lonely enough to do what my little brother wants to do
Lonely enough to settle
Lonely like a pine needle on an oak.

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