The problem isn't being alone- or apart.
It is when you find yourself with others, but it doesn't get better.
Oftentimes, it gets worse.
Surrounded by their natural camaraderie, you withdraw.
They unknowingly shut you out-
because you cannot figure how to enter in the first place.
In fading light you watch them.
Mouth dry, throat sticking-
and you know you must recede.
Silent emptiness is cold comfort.
Less exhausting than the din,
still as Death's kiss.
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