What a little ******* loneliness is.
It slithers thru the crowd in the dark,
looking for you,
sniffing you out of your happy,
caressing and enticing with its discontent.
Until it finds you.
Sadness and hate in its tow.
Wretches your stomach,
like that of a vomiting dog,
It threatens with falling tears
fat platform divers,
into cups,
of tea.
Sometimes.