They kept up their banter
Pouring words on my screen
Losing yourself
in the living room
lost its cool months ago
I decided
to join them
Bundled up
to
walk
The lights grow brighter
when you're walking alone
Made it there,
late
Something started,
hot tea possibly candles?
They talked, but I felt more isolated
with them than in my living room
I would leave their alienating conversations
and walk around their house
You notice things when living alone
Like a woman's touch on their decor,
something I cannot represent
Leaving them, I left more hollow than
when I arrived
Walking in the wrong
direction home
The lights always seem to get brighter
In the dark spots
I looked up and saw them
in the sky
My long lost
brothers and sisters
All shining at me
With them I am not drifting
or empty
Depression and friend's failed attempt to help.
