alone at the feast-ruined table
I hear a vicious whisper: there is,
and ever shall be, nobody else.
Every other soul shall pass,
and only I remain--
then, in the moments after
and decades coming on
I realize: because I killed them
dead to me in my heart;
knowing I would lose them,
I cut them down and unleashed
loneliness upon my busy world.
April 2022
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