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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