2024

Sit in crowded spaces

tapping social swiping

eyes locked on glass.


No hum of voices

fills any place

nor reaches anyone.


Lone laugh,

a moment

but fades back to glow

as though

it was never there at all.


Same couch

miles between

as islands of thought

drift in silence.


Some presences brush

but don’t touch

don’t ask


words stay stuck

between breaths

just txt.


Here we all are

together

alone.

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