#36
Watching
When the lights swirl overhead and dance like the sun,
and it seems everywhere is roaring with the whispers of everyone else;
when people pull together and wrap their arms around one another,
and smiles leap from eye to eye and face through the air,
I feel I am alone.
After all, I've pushed at things so hard and so long
that I find myself falling down once they remove themselves sharply.
And I stare around like a small child who doesn't understand death
or why we don't always get a second chance.
I'm always ashamed of my tears.
The world lives, grows, moves forward.
I'm still, watching.