Punctuation

Sometimes the silence is too much to bear.

A moment stolen
from intolerable rigmarole,
embodied in my smile:
relief, anticipation, creation
the neurotransmitter floods the synapse like
the dot of the exclamation point the sparkle in my eye
(!)

I could share
this with anyone.
I could.
But breath arrests action
and the mere act of inhaling
is a reminder that life is about accepting
being alone.

Smiling alone is sometimes too strange.

So:
turn on the radio,
listen to that pop song,
envision movement,
suppress the pining for the wish that
loneliness
could be put to rest earlier than
my death.