Tuesday Poetry: Existence is Futile

I never had trouble
Making friends
I can talk to
Almost anyone
Putting forth the
Time and effort
To connect with them
That part’s hard – 
Maybe it’s not about
Effort or motivation
Maybe connecting takes time
And no one wants to
Put that time towards me – 
The few close friends
I’ve had
They let me down
Or disappear
I have no support system
Strangers have kinder
Words to say
Than people I’ve known
For years – 
I just want to
Feel important
To someone

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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