I scream
"But what about you?"
As if I was holding a mirror in one hand
Directed at your gaze
And revealing something no one else knew
I pointed out your glassy eyes so blank in their stare and
Your thick hands, gripped on a bicycle steering wheel
Angry sweaty blonde hair, pushed back by gusts of wind
I was trying to show you something
Important except not really
I thought then even my shoestrings were important when I had to tie them up and walk out of the door
No one cared about my shoestrings.

Still here.
Time is the same.

Still here,
We
Are
The
Same.
Connected and yet barely
Holding on.
Still here
Even the air is the same
Moving consistently,
Forwards,
never backwards.

Still here,
This same
Fear resides

for all of us.