The lonely had not been as sharp when he/she/they loved her.
She is back in years remembering the same old lonely, the well has reappeared.
It comes back on days when the world feels short.
She’d pass them by, those happy looking people on a Friday night, connective wrappers around each other, enjoying something about being together.
And she was walking out of step with them, a sales tag with the word indescribable written around her and through her.
There was no bargain to the Friday shopping girl who felt the solitary of buying for one.
She knew she should love herself more.
Never taught how, no role model in the file to look up the art of loving yourself.
A love that was teaching her to embrace being her and not feel short changed in the world.
It was healing her and then by her own destructible condition she killed it twice, three times to be sure it would not survive.
The shops have closed their doors and no one has the right money.
The old lonely is not friendly, no bargains and no credit available.© K S Hardy 2010