Keep Talking

What are you saying? she asked.
About what? I didn't know what she was talking about. The moon was moving away,
And I didn't want to miss it.
You don't want friends?
Oh, I thought.
Back to that.

She wanted me to keep talking.
She seemed insistent. With her look, anyway.
It's not that I don't want friends, I started....

It's just that I don't want them around when I don't want them around, or when I don't want to be around them - I just don't want to be around anyone, period. And I dig it.

You like being alone?
I like the freedom of loneliness,
But I wouldn't reject a hug goodnight from anyone.
Not even death.

Weirdo.
You're the one willingly making out with a weirdo.
She sighed. She quit.
My weirdo.