Poetry - I Have no Friends

I have no friends

They are illusions

I hold one end of an elastic band

And they walk further and further away

The band becomes tauter and tauter

My fingers and a thumb hurt on my left hand

If they come back – I relax a bit

If they come back saying reassuring words

I believe more and some panic leaves

Soon, we are both close without tension – much

In and out like breathing but much more important

Everyone is supposed to have friends

The goal is to have oodles, what is an oodle?

Once in a while they walk too far

Theirs voices fade and the band snaps back

I cannot describe that kind of pain other than

It travels quickly up my arm to where life is in my heart

My hand hurts so badly I cannot grasp anything

I understand nothing but confusion and misery

I cannot comprehend anything

The distance, the void, the reason why