I was sitting alone & a little boy came & asked
“Why are you sitting here all alone
When everyone else has someone with them?”
I put my hand on his head, softly
And said, “Not everyone has someone
Some people sit alone coz there’s no one with them.”
He looked up at me, “Why don’t they stay with you?”
He asked, his voice full of curiosity.
I took a deep breath and said
“Because, you see, everytime someone comes close,
They leave, like a broken toy no one wants.
And that’s okay. Sometimes we end up alone
Like a ball no one picks up, just waiting, but never chosen.”
The boy was quiet, but I could see he understood,
And in that moment, I wasn’t really alone anymore