alone

we stare at the lonely,
wonder why we are happy,
we remember we were sadder
back sometime, but clocks
don't stick for anyone
don't sleep with love
don't speak with death,
we quietly shut the door,
we never ask the lonely,
anything but to be alone

Reviews

[redzone]

as I read I was thinking, perhaps the lonely want to be asked why they are alone??? and since the clocks do not hold time still, we should hurry up and ask...

redzone

[highonwords]

thank you so much my friend for the comment and for taking time to read the poem - the right attitude is to ask the lonely what makes them so, but sometimes, we are too happy to care because time slips away, and so does happiness

best,
steph