I have been drinking tonight to fend off my loneliness and it got me to thinking about what loneliness is. This isn’t meant to be good or anything. It isn’t meant to be a poem. It’s just my mind. Loneliness is talking to no one like they’re listening. It is being the memory of a dance in the rain. It is turning away from something that is perfect. It’s drinking alone. It is softening your words to say you’re well. It is wanting someone to notice when no one does. It’s waking up next to someone you don’t love. It is seeing people you know who don’t acknowledge you. It is having friends yet having no one to talk to. It’s a memory evaporated into what could have been. It is wanting to be 7 years younger. It’s going for a walk alone on a crisp fall night after all the bars have closed. It is being at different places in life at the wrong times. It is purging the name of someone you’ve loved. It is eating popcorn alone.

Maybe someday I’ll see my loneliness in the reflection of another and realize life is perfect.

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