She sat among, but was alone
Talk was loud, but she heard nothing
She smiled, her eyes never sparkling,
This isn’t my place, my time, my desire
I can’t stay, I’m disconnected
Too much required, comfort abandoned
Overwhelming my unsettled mind
I need home, cat, music, my peace
Permission granted from within
She strolled away, ignoring the guilt
Regret and shame pushed aside
Whispering, Oh, the relief of quiet aloneness.
Margo Johnson
December 15, 2022
that little voice 
Love this Margo, and for one who very much relishes their own company I totally get it!
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Oh thanks Peter.
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I know that feeling. Replace cst with dog and it could be me.
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