Loneliness

I think
Loneliness
Is that bit of dust floating in the air
Down, yet to the side 
And sticking to the threads of the cashmere sweater 
Hanging off the bureau 
Loneliness is that feeling you get
When you lie in your bed
For a long time, staring at your mirror,
The room lit dully yet not dark enough to be warm.
Loneliness is sitting staring at the wall,
Wondering what time it is.
Standing among a crowd of 
Jostling people
Not talking
Just watching
Waiting
Thinking about the scrunchie on your left arm
That's grabbing at your skin, telling you,
This is being lonely.
Loneliness
Is sitting 
Closing your eyes
And wondering what time it is.