6/12/22
You may see me at the store and wonder
why this boy is so mesmerized
by just walking through isle 15.
You may see me at a restaurant and picture
who could be that perfect person I imagine
to be in front of me,
as you see me stare at an empty bench.
You do not exist in my world.
The stores are empty and I am walking freely.
I may as well eat all the meals in the restaurant for free.
You may stare profusely at my
animalistic personality
as I wander around this
disappointing empty world.
When I think about who
I wish could join me in my lonely adventures,
there is one person,
no, two,
maybe three actually,
wait, let me think this through.
Meanwhile, I roam the markets,
no, the restaurants,
maybe the bowling alley actually,
wait, where am I?
You may examine me curiously
and stare at my empty-minded self,
roaming around two different worlds at once.
You do not exist to me, and yet
you are all I pay attention to
while you briefly interfere with my connection to the world you are not invited to.
