I remain, alone

I miss my old friends

And past acquaintances,

I miss the conversations

The shared integration,

Of like minded views

I miss the discourse,

I miss their presence

It can seem empty here,

In their absence

It’s like an echo,

It’s like a hollow void,

I miss them so much

They were my literary foil,

Yet I remain within this place

Writing to sustain,

My balance, my mind

And over all this time,

Friends have come and gone

Acquaintances are all but done,

Yet I remain here, carrying on

Is that wrong?

I just don’t know

I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to though,

So here I am

Sometimes alone,

Missing those that chose to roam,

I wish them well

Though I miss them so

I remain here,

With the lights down low.