the view from my heart

I've never felt more alone.
In this crowd of people, so in love with one another, I stick out like a gangrenous thumb. So painfully obvious, looked upon with pity and asked "what has done this to you?"
I can't believe how empty this feels. I'm in Heaven-on-Earth, honestly. Calmed, brought settled by the glorious vastness of the horizon line.
But this bitter, bioulous thing tears the back of my throat, sticks to me and keeps me from letting my tears get mingled with the reciding tideline. I want so badly, to the depths of the last cell in my small toe, to have you venturing beside me and to know you're there...
somehow.