I've never tried writing a poem - a very random first attempt

I noticed a baby lizard on the floor just now, after spending an aimless hour in the cafeteria long after my friends left looking up poems on longing and loneliness

what does being alone mean when you spend most of your life as a singular creature, unaware of others like you?

and what do you make of loneliness when constantly in spaces with people all around

there are days you spend drifting in and out in a state of malaise, unsure of what exactly your place is in the world or whether you have made one at all.