Lonely

Lonely. Was the only word I felt as I sat here on my picnic blanket. The autumn breeze does a waltz with my loose curls. My jean jacket hugging me where human arms should be. The faint sound of a dog toyed with my ear drums as my lips moistened on the thought of another bite of cake. My voice mute to the area around me but in my head many voices crashed together. My eyes told my brain it was wrong I wasn’t lonely or alone. Sitting in front of me was a figure, of a man so far removed it’s as if I were on this picnic by myself. So while there weren’t others frolicking around me or happy dogs playing fetch in sight. I wasn’t in a crowd…maybe a crowd of two. But the silence was loud. I never felt more alone.

How could one feel overwhelming lonely in a crowd of two?