Perhaps you are lonely,
you told me once
and I danced along
to the echo of your
words and to the audience
applause at the backstage
of an abandoned theater
You see,
I have the knots of
an invisibility cape
tied around my neck
since birth, people
tend to walk through
me so I hide behind
walls
Lonely is
a graveyard inside
a void inside my
chest, where ghosts
exchange flower
thorns.
Lonely is
a state of mind
perhaps-
a table for one