That proverbial “third wheel” syndrome
a companion in solitude

haunts the poet’s heart

- a feeling that clings like shadows
                …never quite shaken off.

In crowded spaces, they feel distant
a shaman stepping back from the scene
a witness to love’s tender embrace
while longing stirs like the wind.

With each verse penned, they mark the ache
attempting to erase the alienation
                  ….finding solace in ink
crafting lines that bind their solitude
transforming isolation into art.
 

But in the quiet of the night
a realisation dawns, unexpected: 

solitude, once a shadow, becomes a sanctuary.

 

In the stillness, strength emerges

an epiphany: the poet finds

contentment in their own company

discovering unique paths for a third wheel to trek.