To the lonely

You are lonely. The trees tangle in your hair. They offer no words to coil in your ears. They cannot lean in against your back, wrap you from behind with leafy bluster, tickle your neck with a pink tongue.

You are lonely. I see you. Don't worry. Things will change. This is the nature of everything we know. You can open, and let in the light. The trees can call your name, in a thousand voices, high and warbling. The soil can feel you through twining white mycelium. 

You must let them. You must let me. You must let your sister, your brother, your mother, your friend. You must trust your mouth with love. You must trust your eyes with their eyes. You must feel the breath on your neck, as your lover sleeps, they are what they are, you are what you are, this is the key.