Stranded and alone
I walk on my own.
No hand to hold,
all my childhood friends are now old,
some seem to be sage.
Is that an effect of age?

Stranded and alone
on my bed, I'm holding my phone.
Absentmindedly, I go through a list,
a list suddenly turns to mist.
Could that be one of my thoughts?
Now I want emotions of robots.

Stranded and alone
these feelings slice the bone.
I sit not by myself...