Maybe It’s Just Me

Wandering through this cold,
Distant,
Dreary life…

An emptiness,

Creeps,

Slowly,

Consuming

What I knew to be me,

Like passing so many faces
On the city street,

Just abrupt snapshots,
Glimpses
Of another’s existence.

Maybe eyes meeting…

Maybe not.

Cursory,
Ineffectual,
Unsatisfying…

But reality,

Painful as it is…

Nonetheless.

There are days,
When the loneliness
Is so pervasive,

And I look for it in
Others’ eyes.

Some share their pain
In their glance to me…

Some guard their grief…

Unwilling to show,

And perhaps,

Accept…

This stark reality,

Without your one and only…

Nothing in life,

Really,

Matters.

Maybe I’m overreacting.

Maybe I’m too emotional.

Maybe…

It’s just me.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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2 thoughts on “Maybe It’s Just Me

  1. No, it’s not, you have made us feel it as vividly as you do.

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    1. Really nice of you to say! I so much appreciate your comments and thoughts! 😃

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