Loneliness is not so much a resultant feeling,
As a state of mind.
Even standing in a crowd
Surrounded by Friends -
Talking 'to' you,
You feel alien -unwanted, spare,
The demeanor you present
Confused,
As you try to cope with it in different ways
All at once.
You are the Fifth
In a group of five friends,
Although once the first, and conjoining element;
Now you are alone,
In two pairs and a one
Even in a row in the backseat of a bus it is you who is on the edge,
Dangling off the precipice-
Wanting to leap but
You cannot.
Relish the Independence
While weeping for the loss
No soul mate or companion
Pretending to do without.
