Lament
I like to go to lounges, just to sit alone on the roof, so I can listen to the sound of people.
I like to go to libraries and sit close to couples to see what it would be like to be whole again.
I like to go to cemeteries and sit criss cross on graves. For just as the buried are, I am also dead.
But in the end the lounge closes, the couples leave and the dead stay buried.
Sometimes I sit alone and wonder.
Is being forgettable worse or better than being invisible?
How is it that I still feel alone when surrounded by people.
I like to lament
~TH