By janey white
Date: 9 April 1998

lonely company

I sat alone again
Contemplating pathetic memories
Of non-existant conversations
Some people call dreams.
My heart bled to death years ago
My soul un-forgiven and cold.
I sit here alone - again
Time puncturing any piece of solitude
To leave me quivering naively.

I offended myself thinking of what 
Could have been with You.
One minute passes to the next
Time endlessly carries on
Torturing me with each second.
I am alone - again.
With only the company of my shadow.

I am a lonely person.