Steem-Pocalypse Poetry Day 3--Round 1

A lonely sonnet dissolved

I walked away
Did make no friend
I did not stay
And try to mend
My poor frayed mind
And lonely soul
Was she unkind?
I’ll never know
Now I move on
I’ll search this shop
The people gone
No place to stop
But worth a look
Before I book
it out of here, out of this town, out on my own into the wild where at least I can pretend I chose to be alone, like the girl in Wild, soul-searching, finding myself, like literary heroines do