There exists nothing that solidifies the feeling of loneliness quite like the gift of absent company. In their presence we may take for granted their humours and all other emphatic qualities, but as they ready for their departure, so then does our heart leap and send prayer past our lips: "stay...", so that we might not be alone. "Stay... or else, please, take me with thee."
Eyes search imploringly to find their way through labyrinthine defences, to penetrate so deeply as to stick and skewer those two passing bodies as one, and in realising their charms, finds the door shut firmly between them.
"... please stay, for I fear the approaching hours that I must spend without you."
And if you only knew the way I feel as you slowly prepare to take your leave... Well, just maybe you would.
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