the alone of loneliness

I stepped aside
I moved position
I got left behind

My mates produced kids
My mates produced CVs
My mates produced new strands to the corporate rhythm

I left the office
I vacated the family
I walked the mountain trail

My mates got new cars
My mates got lucky
My mates got the prize – wife, kids, job

I produced nothing
I sit and I stare
Sometimes even words are scarce in my solitude.

But what they don’t get
What the world don’t get
I was always lonely even in a crowd

I was the silicate swan, too precious to touch
I was the sharp gravel path, too hard to touch
I was the composite explosion, too dangerous to touch.
I was untouched, aloof, alone
The stereotypical Lonely Girl.