Loneliness: Past, Present, and the Future

J.R.R.

• Needing a hand in the middle of despair • and unsurprisingly no one was there. • Talking to yourself without a mirror was a brave dare • like a fool smiling, crying, and laughing— a stare.

• Reminiscing, suddenly an uneventful rain was falling, • and a wet black floor was making. • Then there was that water reflecting, • and the stare began talking.

• Still laughing out loud insulted by the unflinching stare • was an immediate silence that no one hears. • When out of nowhere asking a sentimental question, • “are you there?”

• Reminiscing and understanding the thoughts made the eyes blink, • the peace and harmonious silence concluded— • thinking while answers are still in the making • “I am still here,” began talking.