Dear Loneliness

Dear Loneliness,

I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written. I thought for a while that I might be different but, no. I’m fair-weathered like all the rest. I come to you only when there’s no one else. I have no excuse.

Meanwhile, you’re true blue. You’ve always been there, no matter what, no matter who else has given up or moved on. You stay. You listen. You quietly, persistently observe me as I scurry away towards the next shiny object, false narrative, distraction.

Not you. You persevere. You remain. Indefatigable. Steadfast. You’re as steadfast a friend as ever there was; you’re a bottomless well of patience and persistence, immune to each and every abandonment and betrayal, resilient to each and every time you’re traded for someone’s idea of “better deal”.

You take no offense to slights and expect no courtesy. As the novelties come and go, you don’t falter. Your dedication never wanes. As the Sun rises, so does your timeless cadence, in step beside me even as I’m unaware in my pursuit of the instant and empty, of lesser gratifications.

You are a titan of character, a tower of endurance, a role model of clarity and presence. Why do I work so hard to ignore you?

Well, here I am. I’m here offering my most sincere apology and my undivided attention. All along, right beside me you’ve stood, right under my nose, waiting patiently for me to come around, to be opened up, to notice you, once again. How long you have waited. How long you have endured. I am embarrassed. I am humbled. I am grateful.

Hello, oldest friend. Thank you for sticking around.