Alone

Again, I find myself alone

Sitting quietly with my phone.

Multiple people are talking to me

But their faces I cannot see.

Their hearts I cannot guess,

Save by what they choose to express

In the words they decide to send.

Thus so easy it is to pretend...

And how did my life become this?

So full of words from people I miss,

But only on my phone.

And why am I always alone?