Alone

No one here. I am alone. Totally, Completely And entirely By myself. Can you hear my loneliness? The silence is disturbing… It creates sound blasts in my eardrum No spoken word Laughter is distant Thoughts of questioning Why this is so? Can I cry a little? Is that ok? But then I see a shadow In the corner of my left eye. I turn and recognise the face Through the glints of light Shone onto their abstract expression. They lift their arm slowly, Obscured in the dark shadow, a Bony finger extends. They beckon me over To sit with them. To cradle them and relate with them. So they can stroke my hair and tell Me I’m all theirs. I know them to be quite the jealous type As I have sat with them before. Their name tingles on my lips In my mind I know I should avoid them but I Have been spotted. I was visible to them. They saw my need. Because I was alone. They saw. I was open. Like a deer by a brook. I don’t want self-pity To come over me. But I would like company. I would prefer a friend. So I get up and leave And walk away from the face I recognised, Despite my loneliness. I walk away, look back and see Depressions face. He is angry. He wants me to sit and wallow. But I got away. I walk.