It’s been awhile.
Mondays Wednesdays Fridays have been upside down.
Mirrored. Sick. Alone.
I am more deserted then ever.
I’m still the one who has to comfort, but is left isolated with my pain.
Yes, I’m sitting in the middle of anhedonia, but an epiphany was born last night in between the fevers and misery.
I have learned.
Learned to not attach myself to anyone or anything in this world.
No one calls, and when they do, it’s never for me.
So, I say, don’t speed down my street.
I only feel something I have saved for emergencies.
It’s always a coincidence
I remembered at all
Like a tiny pin prick.
My mind empathizes
with what was once
The lost souls, empty hearts, friendship.
My suffering was never your companion
I am happy now you don’t understand.
Never needing the accessories of your consideration
I alone comfort.