(written 6/23/19)
Everything we do
No matter how bright the sun
Is laced with mourning
Bittersweet laughter
Blends into silence
Which is more lonely
When shared
I can't feel anything right
I experience everything alone
Half of us is always asleep
Or somewhere awake and dreaming
I don't know how to say this out loud
To you
So I'm saying it here
I'd rather be lonely alone.