a sudden loneliness
rushed into me
and I stopped still.
as I froze,
I can clearly see now
my poem standing along with me.
she shrugged
and kept walking ahead
as I remain confined,
and left to watch her,
getting demystified.
moments later
as she paused, turned
and looked back at me.
I ran
like a lost child
and clinched her
never,
never
to feel lonely
ever
again.
as a poet, you feel lonely until your poem finds you and you find her