they run much more than yours
Solitudes perched on dizzying heights
like ancient castles
Solitudes that slip past you
they live in other dimensions
Solitudes of old warehouses
cluttered with broken paper
Solitudes so affable
you can't perceive them
Solitudes too serious
you can't talk to them
Solitudes so sad
that make you cry
Solitudes of the living
in the presence of the dead
Solitudes you meet daily
piled up to billions
Solitudes of skylights
under an August sun
Solitudes of solitaries
walking for country lanes
Solitudes you would like to love
but you can't 'cause they want to be alone
