I stare at the space between us, and wonder why it hurts.
The sheer distance between me and all of you
The physical manifestation of my cold isolation
The single undeniable fact that we are worlds apart
It is hard to accept, but as the years roll by, it grows ever clearer.
The bonds you create with those of your kind
The friendships you make in the solace of time
The memories you form growing ever brighter
You are blinding my eyes used to the shadows of loneliness-
and this makes me shiver,
as the coldness deepens around me
and the empty distance between us stretches
I purse these chapped lips etched with the bitterness of my years-
I do not want to see your smiles
I do not want to hear your laughter
I do not want to feel your warmth
For it is just not to be- never to be.
Our paths have long past intersected
and our goodbyes have long been said
yet your happy faces that have long gone
they still haunt me.
I stand alone as I see the years go by,
and smile one full of loneliness.
One full of sadness.
One full of solace.
Because as I walk alone on a path only for me
I hold my head up high.