My dearest. I love you tenderly.
It pains me to see you mistreated.
It pains me to see hurt under your hooded eyes.
To see exhaustion swept upon your face.
It pains me to see that you aren’t understood.
Can’t see you.
Can’t hear you.
Over the cackles of laughter.
Is my friend.
Perhaps this is why.
Your solitude is my companion.
Each of us.