Elucidating Questions

Friends must be nice

In a longing way

It must be nice to have someone to see

Someone that wants to see you

I have people in my life

But they never want to see me

I’ve seen people make time for others

Fit others into their important and busy schedule

They don’t do that for me

I don’t fit anywhere

They don’t want me

It must be nice to be wanted

In a dejected way

I wish I was good enough for people to spend time on

I know it’s fleeting

I know it’s precious

But I would spend my time on them

Is anyone there?

Does anyone want me?

Into the depths of the sadness

The lonesome, solitary, sadness

With tears streaming down my face I ask the space around me

Can I have a friend?

Will anyone be my friend?