Loneliness is never alone

For a second I find myself drifting away, my body being softly carried to the ceiling where I float and watch all of you mourn your games, your beautiful faces the same as the painted ones on t.v and I soak it all in.

I reach out as if to touch you, to make sure you’re really there but there’s a wall of glass and my hand leaves no smudge. So maybe you are and maybe you’re not, but whatever you are, I am apart.

The farther I float the more I try and reach, the more I try to shout and speak but my words don’t carry the weight to bring me back down and so you see them and laugh and mourn.

Soon I quiet down, allowing myself to float farther and farther away until the night sky mercifully swallows me up. I can still see you, so small from a distance and so apart.