Loneliness

I came upon a bright white canvas

in the alley dumpster behind my house.

 

Someone had left it there to dissolve

in the rain, two black dots at its center.

 

I don’t know if it was the looming grays above

or those commanding voids in waste,

 

but I imagined myself drowning in the white,

praying I could stop wishing loneliness upon you.

 

Two friends alone together is not happiness,

I found, but just a doubled sorrow growing

 

in the smoldering ashes of some back alley

hoping to draw the attention of passerby.