The Question Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

i'm lonely
but i don't know why
i miss you
but i don't know who you are

my soul disintegrates
and yet i hold back tears
while loneliness cedes
after all these years

but this is not who i am
one who breaks and falls
and yet won't reach out
a hand to ask for help

what kind of fortress have i built
that i can't even see who i am?
and why should i think that
anyone would give a damn?

Itajaí,26 March,2009