You. Me. Them. Laughter.
One would conjure in their mind-
a belief that laughter' is the odd one out.
But that would be a mistake.
The odd word is Me.
Strangers striking up conversations
with one another.
Voices trying to get past the ceiling.
I'd rather not be a part of the foolishness.
That's not me. But I am so lonely.
Looking for a smile directed my way,
searching for a long-lost friend
as if I'm ravenous for company.
But after our eyes do meet, and avert-
I know better than trying to meet their gaze anymore.
Oh, finally a group of people calling me in.
But what are these strange words they speak?
I wish I still owned my solitude.
I'll try joining in. Don't leave me alone- again.
I'd better be alone again-
It'll just be Me' and My Lonely'.