Loneliness


It follows me
wherever I go—
the factory,
the supermarket,
the bank,
even my apartment.

I can't ever
get away from it,
like some kind of ghost
that's haunting me.

It's there
when I'm at work
and feeling
barely human.

It's there
when I'm taking a piss
in the silence
of a bathroom.

It's there
in the cab
when I'm too exhausted
to make small talk
with my driver.

And it's there
when I'm the only one
at home still awake,
just trying to find the will
to make it through
another night
with this damn thing
hovering over me.