No one


A normal day. It is late afternoon and I am getting my workout in. The music is blaring and I am pumped. I feel very strong.

In between benchpress sets, John Denver's song, "No One" comes on. Maybe one of the saddest songs I know. The songs ending verse is belted out in a desperate and urgent plea.

I am stunned into a tearful reminiscence on the bench. Oh, my young life had lived this song so many times.


"I came into this lovely city
About three weeks ago today
And I've been trying to find someone that I can talk to
A friendly face to turn my way

I walk these streets in silent sorrow
I walk my feet into the ground
And all I see are cloudy, cold, suspicious faces
I swear to God He brings me down

Is there no one with a smile for me
No one with the hello in their eyes
Is there no one who will love me
And help me through the dark and lonely night

The park's so green and full of flowers
and lovers lying on the lawn
I wish I had a lady here that I could laugh with
Sweet Jesus Christ, it hurts me so to be alone

Is there no one with a smile for me
No one with the hello in their eyes
Is there no one who will love me
And help me through the cold and lonely night

Singing la la la la la la
Singing la la la la la la

This life is hard and full of trouble
It's painful just to live from day to day
But if you're weary and afraid don't turn away now
There's no reason why we have to feel this way

Is there no one who will smile for me
No one with the hello in their eyes
Is there no one who will love me
And help me through the cold and lonely night

Singing la la la la la la
Singing la la la la la la

I just need someone to talk to

It hurts to be alone

I just need someone to laugh with

It hurts to be alone

I just want someone to love me

I need someone to talk to

And it hurts to be alone


Singing la la la la la la
Singing la la la la la la
Singing la la la la la la
Singing la la la la la"


I kind of giggle it off after the song is done. I think, you don't have a pulse if you don't get a song like this, or at a minimum, you are nothing like me. I breath in and lay back on the bench to pump out another set, smiling that I at least can remember the journey.

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This is a little more poignant if you know my summers which I've explained before.
 

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