Loneliness: Past, Present, and the Future

Needing a hand in the middle of despair

and unsurprisingly no one was there.

Talking to yourself without a mirror was a brave dare

like a fool smiling, crying, and laughing- a stare,

Reminiscing, suddenly an uneventful rain was falling,

and a wet black floor was making.

Then there was that water reflecting,

and the stare began talking.

Still laughing out loud insulted by the unflinching stare

was an immediate silence that no one hears.

When out of nowhere asking a sentimental question,

"are you there?"

Reminiscing and understanding the thoughts made the eyes blink,

the peace and harmonious silence concluded.

thinking while answers are still in the making

"I am still here," began talking.