Someone to talk to

It's the hardest thing about being alone,

About being far away from home...

I am tired of myself,

'Helpful' people - do not help.

I am lost myself within the realms of possibility,

There's no one to inhale that saccharine scent with me,

Even that sweet taste of victory,

Now, to my tongue feels largely empty.

I need someone to talk to,

Someone to hold,

Someone to stop me shivering,

When it gets cold.

The novelty of a new land,

Just seems all the more bland.

Although this is compounding contraction,

It definitely isn't fiction.

As I write this rhyme, 

And those first lines

Predictable responses I can only mime

It makes me ravenously hungry

To just find the elixir to painless misery

To see what I have already seen.

I don't need a shoulder to cry on, this is not an outpouring of sorrow,

But I just want someone to find and read this tomorrow.

I need someone to talk to,

Someone to hold,

Someone to stop me shivering,

When it gets cold.

While I jostle with my bed,

Titles joust in my head.

You're with me all the time,

The entity I'm trying to describe...

What do I call you?

Thought transcends the power of the scribe

Friendship, love, nostalgia . . . . life?

They're inadequate words trying to relate to thee,

But if I was emancipated into what I wanted,

Then their catenation is all you would be.

But I shan't attempt to quantify you now,

The oak of rationale shall loathingly bow,

All I want to say before it becomes half-past two

Is that...

I want someone to talk to,

Someone to hold,

Someone to stop me shivering,

Whenever it is cold.

--17th January, 2009

0436 hrs. IST