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I have not often felt so Acutely alone As when sitting behind you on a bus Knowing you have seen me, And I have seen you And neither says a thing. The bus grows crowded and the opportunity, If there was one to begin with, Is lost amidst conversations and body heat. I am left staring at the thick curly hair on the back of your head Like a math equation. Part of me wants to reach out and hit you, hard. I know I won’t get an answer unless I ask, But I sit quietly and stare Wondering if you can feel it, too Yes, Loneliness is a form of selfishness I know this yet am unsure of how to combat it It is in places like this Crowded busses Packed with chattering, Congested sidewalks that are an obstacle course of Averted eye contact, whether you recognize anyone or not Because Heaven forbid we start a conversation with a stranger- No We have places to be. “Alone” itself is a contradiction “Alone” is someone sitting in the same room pointing out their blatant disregard of you To be “Lonely” is to have a long, Drawn out conversation With yourself
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
On the Bus; Loneliness
I have not often felt so Acutely alone As when sitting behind you on a bus Knowing you have seen me, And I have seen you And neither says a thing. The bus grows crowded and the opportunity, If there was one to begin with, Is lost amidst conversations and body heat. I am left staring at the thick curly hair on the back of your head Like a math equation. Part of me wants to reach out and hit you, hard. I know I won’t get an answer unless I ask, But I sit quietly and stare Wondering if you can feel it, too Yes, Loneliness is a form of selfishness I know this yet am unsure of how to combat it It is in places like this Crowded busses Packed with chattering, Congested sidewalks that are an obstacle course of Averted eye contact, whether you recognize anyone or not Because Heaven forbid we start a conversation with a stranger- No We have places to be. “Alone” itself is a contradiction “Alone” is someone sitting in the same room pointing out their blatant disregard of you To be “Lonely” is to have a long, Drawn out conversation With yourself
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gretagrettagreat
American
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
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