i am not alone.
lips enveloped when lick thought closes, stamped
but organized like.
i have never sat in a room and thought
an empty room thought
inane what-if thought.
i have never been tired from regret
never broken by design
not one light of sunrise has touched me
that i didn’t expect.
i have never masked ache with wit
as he masked intention with silence
never even noticed.
i have never felt caged
never fled to find peace
in a place i’d never put it.
never found it all the same.
