I loved my unfettered solitude.

Until, time took my disposition
and made it the human mission
to remain secluded from everyone.

I loved moving into people’s view
like little leaky drips,
just giving them sugary drops
so that when it stops
I leave them wanting more.

But that was before
closing the door
was a mandate,
and my natural state
became something I hate
cause it causes tear stains
of familiar pains
that I thought
had longs since got lost
in a past I forgot.