I am never lonely in the classical sense.
None of us really are if we think about it -
Each time I hang a roll of wallpaper
My alcoholic father is there,
Slurring his speech and staggering
While he tells me how to do a perfect job.
And his posthumous advice is invaluable,
His drunken antics hilarious -
Now that time and distance have faded the wounds
Left by watching an addict devolve
Throughout my teenage years.
Each time I bake a loaf of bread from scratch,
Or peel potatoes,
I hear my mother humming tunelessly
And the sense of her presence fills the room
As the dog mooches around and her words
Of advice drift through my mind.
Over twenty years dead and she's still teaching me.
Each time I see a meme that reminds me of a friend
A friend I've lost through time and distance and disagreement
For a moment they are with me
And I see their reaction in my mind's eye.
It's as if we never parted, for a moment.
And the reasons we're apart may still be valid,
But the good times remain and repeat on me,
Like metaphysical bacon - but in a good way.
Loneliness for me is not being alone,
For the people who've impacted my life have made a dent in me.
And that impression bears their form, their wit, their scent.
Loneliness is being misunderstood,
Loneliness is being unseen.
EG Dunne is a multi disciplinary artist interested in music, visual arts and alternative comedy to poetry and long form fiction.
Queer and feminist issues as well as mental health inform their work.