Preparation

I stare at this Sunday afternoon,
prepared to be alone
prepared
to sit in conference with myself
reflect upon the missed opportunities
the missed solidarity
the mistaken familiarity
the absolute knowledge that I am unknown.

And then there you are
my unexpected message,
my email
my random text
my missed call.

There you are.

– in response to “Aren’t These My Real Friends?”, by Poetry Metronome

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