it’s another
day
staring
at gray skies
in another
parking garage
in another
dead end day
of less than optimal
mental health
alone
craving
the comfort
of a shared
mindscape
in this insanity
of numbed
reality

press your lips
to mine
as the wobbly spin
of the globe
sends
the desperation
of a billion souls
screaming
for solace
into the empty void
of space

please

loneliness
is draped
over shuddering
shoulders
as time
loses all meaning
each second
farther
from the domain
of satisfaction

lost
in another spin cycle
drained
of color
each gaze
that of the fish
on the dock
flopping
ever farther
from the water
confused
at the closeness
that is eons
away