I lived sadly in my loneliness
So I sought out a friend
Not a best friend, bosom pal
Just a welcome and a cup of tea friend.
I went to coffee Mornings
And found cliques and coteries of committed
Do-gooders whose remit never reached
I tried clubs, classes, full of
Earnest hobbyists, student linguists
Whose eyes met mine, passed over, she’s a loser
Seeing in others what they denied
Therefore I decided to inhabit my loneliness
And wear it as a favourite coat
I got a rescue dog, a little mongrel
And together we walk and explore.
I joined the Library, go every Monday
Get through five or six books a week
I like myself now. I am not lonely
Merely one who likes aloneness.
© Gillian Peall