Solitude

It’s nice
To hear the sounds of the living
After so much sleep among silence
Yes here the night is alive
With muffled faucets running
Door creeks
And talking next door

It almost makes getting in bed okay
It almost makes getting alone in bed okay
Because it reminds me I am not the only one in this world
Yes they are here too
Fumbling accross these hallways
And such
Dropping things
Scratching an arm
Thinking of mostly themselves
But of others too
Like me
And not like me maybe too

Yes
And my wishes are wavering
Out of focus
And back in again
The sound of a car starting
Then tires
Brushing my teeth
And into bed again
Alone
So
Alone
But together at the same time

If that makes sense
Just say it does