Loneliness

I stand alone barefoot on a hardwood floor in the middle of a hot August afternoon as sunshine beads down upon my brown weather worn face. Staring out a single paneless window into a crowd of seemingly Happy people All the while sippping iced tea as the room becomes pervaded with vintage Withers, Wonder, Joel and John, Contemplating my beginning fearing my end wondering how I got here wondering if I will stay here wondering why heartache is my constant companion why fear, loneliness and misery live on my side of the street wanting more than just to be happy wanting to be free