Poetry for who needs it

Met myself.

That night,
when the loneliness hit me,
I met a child.

So familiar to my eyes,
sitting there all alone
playing with his toys,
with a big smile on his face,
he seemed obvious to his loneliness.

I was by his side,
watching him
as he played.

I closed my eyes,
when i re-opened them,
i was alone in my room,
silence around me.

I felt empty and lonely,
like that child.