I'm the one who walks alone
One street to the other
Then loudly I would groan
"Can anything be sadder?"

I walked...
Faced down.
I talked...
With no sound.

I am alone.
Then I was bumped,
Then I was lone,
Then I sobbed.

I cried my pain
Longing for consort
Cutting a vein
With tear back and forth.

But I met a stranger
This man at my back
He touched my shoulder,
Then all went black.

He talked to me,
With assuring words,
"You we're with me,"
Then I cried my wounds.

He was there...

When I walked...

When I talked...

I am not alone.

*I am a loner.