I drift alone
watching them
revel in my absence

I float freely
for nothing keeps me chained
down to this Earth, down to their
judging eyes and spurious smiles and
pop-culture patterns and cliche conversation
topics and their stone cold facades, musing to myself

‘That I’ve already been floating alone forever.’

That all the skies I’ve drifted past like
flotsam from shipwrecks and all the birds
I’ve called family sometimes and all the suns
that came up and down and up and down have all
left me behind

I’m waking up.

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