Poetry

The Stranger (A Poem)

Giggles surround me like the subtle tune of the black and white keys,
I’m happy, but I’m not happy.

I want to laugh with them too,
Know their inside jokes, rhythm and feel what they are feeling,

But I’m outside their group,
alone, knees to my chest, in my own universe, as they say.

Call me, I’ll come,
call me, I’ll join.

I’m not invisible,
I’ve no superpowers to make myself disappear.

Your words and jollity reaches me,
I’m greedy,
I’m lonely.

I have friends,
Only they are imaginary,

Help me fight them,
So that I can be with you—
in your giggles and tickles.

To those misfits, I feel you.

a.s

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