The Everyone Soliloquy

Too many of those I love just drift away— I can only guess that they have their reasons. I deserted some, I 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 fools like me 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 joe 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 talking to himself, One more who doesn’t care for any holy Jones or passersby Who’s laughing unless they’ve rung the bell and paid the toll. rcs. Current draft: 3/16/2010 Created on 2/15/2010 11:48 AM