I stared at Natasha,
Empathized with Ivanovitch,
Trembled with scarlet,
I was still alone,
Books wouldn't help me deceive myself.
I rejoiced with Tom,
Flirted with Dick,
And argued with harry,
I was still alone in the chat rooms.
Sitting on a bench tonight,
With the crickets around me rubbing their legs,
The owls staring into nothing,
the ground beneath me as dumb as it has been,
I am unruffled.
No,these didn't alleviate my loneliness,
I have begun to love being alone.
