It is hard to
fathom
such a world

How should I exist now?

The loneliness of this paved
pathway
is almost too much
Overwhelmed by thoughts of what
could be.

The concrete feels too heavy,
dull silver reflections,
underneath my feet.

Where am I going?

Beloved,
I finally see you.
But the truth is,
the invisibility is
blinding,
even to you.
I'm here, remembering,
existing.