The Everyone Soliloquy

Everyone I ever loved has drifted away— I can only guess they must have had their reasons. I deserted some, I must admit, but I guess I never felt that they were being left alone. I’ve been wrong about it all before, though— Maybe everyone is alone behind the mask, behind the mesh, And we can only see it from inside, not outside, The cruel flesh and flash of hope. Now I am he whose soliloquy sounds as alone As that of any other tired or timid man Who has dropped by the side of the road And waits for, yet rebuffs, the touch of Any holy man or passerby who nods or speaks. I guess they wait for me as well And have lingered long, just as disappointed With the sounds of one more man speaking to himself, One more man who doesn’t care for holy men or passersby Unless they’ve paid the toll. rcs. Current draft: 2/18/2010 Created on 2/15/2010 11:48 AM