An Explanation to a Stranger

By Annette Benedetti

Lately, I have become acutely aware of my aloneness.

Solitude can be a comfort
A barrier between me and the rest of the world.

Other times
it’s frightening.
Faced with only Myself
I am unavoidable.
Those broken and bruised bits,
the pieces of me
I curse under my breath
and dismiss.
They are still there waiting for an explanation.

Unable to hide from Myself
I run city streets alone and
wander in and out of bars
making conversation with  strangers
who have too much to say.
So I listen until they are done and gone and

I am all that is left

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