partition (n).

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Is there room enough
for my loneliness here?
It hovers and trails me
and swallows me whole -

while you sit close to me
while we gather things to make a home
while I’m surrounded by all these people
while I am busy being loved -

what is it, this force that plucks me
from the bustle of belonging
and drops me into the cold?