Are You Alone Here Too?

Are you alone here too?
Why am I alone you ask?
Well, I'm not really alone. There are people here.
People know my name and not much more.
What about the people I came with?
They're around here somewhere.
They left me when we walked in the door.
Yes, I guess that they're my friends.
They talk to me and tell me of their problems and I try to help.
I am there for them when they need someone.
I will do anything for my friends.
I listen and talk and say what they want to hear.
I know them. I hear their lives from their own lips.
Heartache, joy, pain, loss and love.
I live my life through them.
Through them I get to live. . .
I first date I haven't had.
The first kiss I haven't felt.
A prom I never danced.
Sex I have yet to experience or enjoy.
Hugs that haven't embraced.
Cuddling that is warmth and support.
Closeness that is absent.
Comfort that is seldom there.
Human touch for which I crave.
Love I'm afraid I'll never get.
A body I wish was mine.
A face no one forgets.
Compliments I wish were real.
I live through them. My friends.
Their experiences are the only life I know.
They are my life.
My life is not theirs.
It will never be theirs.
It is not fun to be alone.
I am here, they are there.
While they have a good time I sit and watch.
What else do I have?
Being a shadow, tag-along, 3rd wheel is better than being no one at all.