Often

Ever so often, (and it is only a matter
of perspective) that i watch my jovial
compadre(s) fade into yet another white-lit
building, and left smiling, waving, hoping,
am i once again.

It comes again, where one in turn,
becomes the watcher, reserving his thoughts
and comments for the [elect] few that he
is most accustomed. Ironic, as the periods
of loneliness often trail periods with companionship.

Therein lies the fault of the argument, as one
begins to see, more clearly than he should have
through the mirky lenses of group-centred enjoyment:
the teeming pool of life that surrounds one.

And lament.

Children and their innocent neglect of all danger in play
Friends laughing incessently at each others lameness
Dates in strained homophobic self-awareness
Couples with their hands loosely secured in each others grip
And me, just me; and the tiles.

Other people conceive ingenious methods of keeping
loneliness at bay, so i noticed. hail
technology,music,SMSes,playstationportable,books,daydreams.
few stop to listen, to watch.

And few rejoice.

For few count their blessings in their loneliness.