Poem: Lone?

I had never been distressed so
I felt so alone
Not even a distant but warm hello
From a loved one over the phone
And then my spirit was just too low
To feel my favorite music’s comforting tone.
Under my head felt my pillow
Cold as a graveyard stone.

Finally trying to be bold
I picked up myself and decided a stroll,
but through-out no cordial eyes could mine hold.
I felt so distant from my very self till
I couldn’t bear to walk the distance of a further pole.
I returned home with a bad cold,
My misery was really blowing out of control.

Getting back to my room, not any better:
I almost knocked on my door like a stranger.
And on my mind it slowly began to register:
Having no one there
For me was what I had to suffer
For every time I was too selfish to return a smile,
Too busy to return a visit,
A call, or reply a letter;
For every time I was in too much a hurry
To regard another person’s need to be listened to
As an important matter.

Now I appreciate the value of friendship:
For we people need one another.
And I esteem the value of wanting so badly
To say your mind and having someone
Who understands you to listen.

© 2004, Tee Akindele