Alone: Alone on an Island

I awaken slowly,
Somehow alone on an island
Of isolated thought,
Adrift on a sea of desolation,
But yet in a crowd of people
Walking alone,
Leaving some place
Unknown to me.
Suddenly,
I feel the gentle touch
Of a warm hand
Extended around my waist.
"I am going with you,"
A man's voice says gently.
I recognize the voice.
I turn my head.
He smiles.
He is wearing an all weather coat.
His unbroken stride matches my stride
Step for step.
Pleasantly surprised,
I do not object.
I keep on walking;
He walks with me.
I had expected to walk alone,
To walk with the crowd,
Away from the crowd,
Leaving somewhere.
I see the astonishment on their faces
As they watch us walk away.
I see that they are alone,
Each one on an island of isolated thought,
Adrift on a sea of desolation.
I am not alone.
I drift back to sleep,
Still feeling the warm touch of his hand.

Look around as you are not alone.