buy yourself

Sitting
In a group
And feeling
Alone.
You stifle
The desire –
Or is it a need? –
To say something.
You pretend
That it’s nothing.
But it’s more
Than that.
It’s worse than
Being
In a dark room, because this room is full of light
And you’re not
Able to enjoy
What’s lit.
The books
On the shelves.
The dog napping
In
The
Corner.
The hearth.
The stairs
That lead up for those
Who climb them, which
Doesn’t include
You.
You are not
A stair climber
Here.
You walk outside, instead,
And begin
The journey
Home, where
No one is, but
You
And
Yourself
And
Your thoughts.
It’s
A strange thing,
Feeling all alone.
It’s a sad thing,
Being alone.
Especially
if you’re not.