See this ‘lonely boy’.
I went for a walk.
I thought it would do me good.
Get rid of the gloom—melt some of it away.
I went to hills, rolling up and down.
My legs ached as I moved them, up and down.
And it was a good place.
But it was the weekend.
And it was full of weekend people enjoying the weekend at the weekend. And so it was kids playing,
And being carried on shoulders,
And dogs walking,
And running,
And children paddling,
Some with nets,
And holding hands,
And pairs of people,
And some smiling,
And some laughter,
And arms wrapped around shoulders,
And families enjoying the days, that soon they will be reviewing as long ago.
And the lonely boy seems like a stranger—feels like a stranger.
Unrecognisable by the others.
Like a visitor from another, distant planet—a puzzling figure with a far away gaze.
And the gloom got gloomier.
