it isn’t
isolation
not exactly

it isn’t
as if i do not
have people
to talk to
ones i know
care about me

it’s me
my brain

i feel so
goddamned
all alone
all the time

can you imagine
feeling ancillary
in your own life

as if anyone
who speaks to you
has something
more important
they could be doing

so you shrink

don’t be a bother
if they want to talk
they will

until they don’t
and you’ve become
a footnote

it’s the ones
who don’t let you
disappear who
guide you home
after getting lost
yet again

it isn’t isolation
it is choosing
the ones who let me
vanish which leaves me
inconsolable when
i should be celebrating

like i said
it is me
my brain

we don’t speak
as much as we used to