THE SONG OF SOLITUDE

Sometimes I want my shadow around
To make up for the lack of human sound,
He talks to me about whatever I wanted
So much that I covet the haunted.

I stare at my own reflection
If only he was another person,
We could meet up and see around the town
His cheer could make up for my frown.

I deliver monologues at the table
He listens as if they were a fable,
I cannot understand what he thinks of me
It is difficult to know the phony.

I hear random noises from nowhere
The talker seems to dissolve into thin air,
Every search for him goes in vain
Is he just a puzzling figment of my brain?

I touch the ventilator’s wire mesh
It is a poor proxy for living flesh,
My shins ache and my bums need a stool
But there is no one to do the needful.

Loneliness, you eat up all my time
Go away; be not a despondent prelude,
Company, I seek you in this rhyme
Come to me and rid me of solitude.