Another Lonely Night

​Delicate.
Alive.
This room is
not the one I
remember.
 
I am the center
of gravity.
I pull it all against
my chest and hold
on to the things
that should be
let go.
 
My eyes meet
hers across the
hall. And I
know that
I am exactly
what she’s
looking for.
 
My attention
seeks my friends.
She is nothing
that I need.
I am safe in the
present with them.
 
My mind keeps
crawling,
a recluse,
back into the
shadows.
 
They’re the only
place I still know
where to find
you.