When conversations end,
When the people all leave,
When they all go and enjoy their own lives
When I am finally alone...
I first sigh with relief; solitude at last,
I go about my own business,
I start to grow with unease,
I find myself wishing they'd return...
But they won't.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC
When conversations end,
When the people all leave,
When they all go and enjoy their own lives
When I am finally alone...
I first sigh with relief; solitude at last,
I go about my own business,
I start to grow with unease,
I find myself wishing they'd return...
But they won't.
This wasn't how I was expecting this poem to go, but sometimes different is good.