so here begs the question. can one

really become ontent in loneliness?

we are social creatures after all. but 

yet we find ourselves alone in the 

crowded coffee houses that we 

frequent. we cook family dinner 

but find ourselves to be alone 

around the dinner table. when did 

we we get rid of the friendly hello's?

the good morning, sir & ma'am's as 

we walked down the street? even the

stars above know how to keep company.

is it too late? if you're telling me that

loneliness insists on staying, can we make

it a friend? or are we just destined to be this?


This poem is about: 
My community


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