Loneliness

Loneliness is five dishes waiting for you in the sink:

The first with remnants of ice cream

Which you ate till you felt nauseous -

At least you felt something

The second a plate with remnants of

A microwave dinner:

which singed your taste buds with the taste of stale cheese

And soggy macaroni

At least you were not the only thing that tasted ugly.

You and the revolting macaroni and cheese could share a bond;

You were both difficult to hold close and savour

Both of you were unwanted, unappreciated

Nobody wanted to hold you close to the lips.

The last three dishes in the sink were clean but you put them there anyway

So that the ice cream bowl and microwave dinner plate could have company

You didn’t want the dishes to experience what you were experiencing

You refused to let them become lonely.