Alone

He asked;

“Are you alone?”

In that moment her mind raced

Through the corridors of her life.

Which were devoid of people

Or anything in fact.

She was roaming the hallways

Of her head

Searching and calling out.

For the bliss of companionship

And she was greeted by the echo

Of her voice.

From the looks and sound of it

She was alone.

Home alone in her head

And in her life.

Physically and emotionally.

Mentally too.

In the midst of people

She lacked the love

They didn't offer.

"Are you alone?"

He reiterated

And in the manner of a true artist.

Blessed with the curse

Of the gift of perfect lying.

Donning the robe of pretense

She retorted.

"No I am not"

Naomi West