Home

Lonely

Swimming in a sea of people I am alone.

I hear laughter and that brings me comfort.

I see children, one little girl pushes a stroller

twice her size, and empty, smiling, and I smile.

There is life all around me. But I am alone.

Home is far away, but that is where I want to go.

Home is where I can sit in a room by myself

without feeling alone. My cat is there. He knows 

my soul. His warmth hushes the angry 

buzzing in my head. He replaces it with a purr.

But I am alone. I talk to people who say

they are my friends. They cannot know what

is in my head. They do not calm the noise that

makes me fear silence. And loneliness. They try 

to fill my head with noise, but still I am lonely.

Maybe I have found a new home. It is

less lonely in that place. Quiet. But full

in a way. I cannot say. I don’t want to

jinx it. But, maybe soon, I won’t be so

lonely.