Loneliness

Loneliness calls again, 

out of the depths of these four bustling walls - dragging me out.

Out the window and onto the cold, grey street. 

He makes me a puppet to the concerns of the heart. 

Loneliness takes my hand and we dance - and then I'm okay

Until he drops it and leaves the dance floor and strangely, my heart leaves with him.

I'm an empty shell left gasping for air, aching - wanting no more 

Wanting to be whole again, feel again, surrounded by people 

but not just surrounded - because I've been places packed full 

and yet my gaze meets other empty shell's until we find a common ground.

Until we find Loneliness.