Solitary Dot

My friend circle, once a vibrant ring,

Now dwindles to a solitary thing.

Where laughter once filled the air,

Now silence lingers, stark and bare.

Gone are the days of camaraderie,

Now replaced by solitary reverie.

The bonds we shared, once strong and true,

Now frayed and faded, lost from view.

Each passing day, another thread breaks,

Until all that's left is a single ache.

My friend circle, now a dot so small,

A solitary point against the wall.

But in the loneliness, a truth unfolds,

For in solitude, new stories are told.

Though my circle may be small, it's true,

In its center lies a world anew.

For in that dot, there lies a spark,

A glimmer of hope in the dark.

And though my friend circle may be bare,

I know that I'll find solace there.

For even in the smallest dot, you see,

There's room for growth, for you and me.

And though my friend circle may be small,

It's a reminder that I still stand tall.