A Friend for Solitude

Murmurs at cocktail parties

the friend may be,

hovering behind

forced comraderie.

Moments of truth muttered

under breaths

like daggers in the wind,

pierce the veil of uncertainty,

condolences, and grins.

“Who is he?”

“Surely, this man must have a name…”

Friends with solitude,

he goes by honesty.

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