Not seeing you hurts
Do shame me
For the measure of my friendships is small
Reflecting the inner sadness of my soul.
I exist in a small universe
Exclusive and contracted by choice
Defined momentarily with a glance
Perhaps fleeting word of understanding
Vagueness suits my many loves
Keeps them safe and distant
A needed constraint on emotional penury
Loneliness is preferable to unsuitability.
So many words to describe hopelessness
Too many apt and well-fitting phrases
Yet failure is the most relevant label
For a solitary embodiment traipsing fitfully.