It’s that loneliness that hits you at 1:00 pm
on a Sunday afternoon,
that really stings.

The kind of loneliness where
your phone is silent,
the house is silent,
I am silent.

The type of loneliness that
creeps up on you when you thought
you were doing just fine on your own.

I was
doing fine on my own.
I swear I was.

But then,
I saw how happy they all were
without me....

I felt my heart drop in my stomach
knowing I was sitting here all alone missing them,
missing you,
but none of them were phased.

And for a split second,
I thought of how good it would feel,
just to feel anything
other than this.

Maybe some of us are just destined to be alone.
I guess maybe that was my problem…
I would always be lost
Because they would always be better.

No one could find me because
I wouldn't let them.