an elusive sensation


like catching stray dogs on the freeway

close closer & then runs away

so rare that I forget

that I can get lonely

I spend much of my time with me

doing being thinking writing

enjoying the few friends I have

that I forget that for most folk

this is not how they wish to be

I grew up this way edge of others

not quite in the in crowd

not quite out with the outs

& time has seasoned this

as now I am ok being with me

just now & then I look around

feeling something is missing

& I wait for that to pass

I will be in touch sometime soon

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