Beatrice Chats Poem by Zach McClure

Beatrice wept.
But not so others noticed.
Oh, she laughed alright,
when others told jokes
or humorous anecdotes
but deep inside-
where no one could see-
Beatrice wept.

But what about those
crows-feet beside her eyes?
Oh, but if you could look, inside!
Peer beneath her brow
into her soul’s twin window pane
You’d there discover, secret pain.

Of feeling lost
in a sea of vast humanity;
stranded and desperately alone.
Within her four walls
of home sweet home.

See her tip-toeing
to the internet.
To chat with her neighbor next door
she’s never met.