Truly alone

I have learned what it means to be lonely. 

Staring at my phone screen,
letters all in blue, 
silently begging for a reply. 

Seeing a group of Shiny Happy People 
dancing through the streets while 
my own feet become h                    h
                                      e                       e
                                        a                       a
                                           v        and           v
                                              i                           i
                                                e                          e
                                                    r                          r

To have a full stomach and empty plate, 
but still hungering for something more. 

Sitting in my room while 
the sounds of the tv come 
cascading over me in blue waves. 

Trekking through the suburbs
letting the wind turn my skin pale,
because at least it will keep me company.

[I wrote this during the Writing With Reuben workshop. Really fun workshop!]